It

It runs in our whispers and dreams,
A mother's child has gone missing....
It lives off our secret fears,
Taking precious lives and only leaving tears.

It takes what we once called our own,
Leaving memories we now hold close.
It invades what used to be a home,
Making everything seem empty and hollow.

It see's into our private souls,
Judging us on what we hide.
It turns the nicest people cold,
Removing their kindness and pride.

~not finished yet~