I am like the colour of blood leaking from a fresh wound
im a fragile memory of a lost love.

i am concealed yet easily touched
I have a armour of bone yet im easily crushed

I cause you more pain then death ever could
But also more joy then you’ve ever withstood

I am like a storm, unpredicatable and dangerous
Once wounded your in a world of blackness and bleakness

Im am a lock to which the key is unknown
But if not unlocked your forever alone

I cause you tears, smiles, laughter and pain
I can cause you happiness or drive you insane

Im your weakness and yet your protection
I am your hatred but yet your affection