Mass

I’m terrified of
Tradition
Gathering of energy
Friend acting like enemy
Life becomes mission
Garotting my grace
Pulling me down
Making me drown
Under the glass
Inside the mass
I’m terrified
I’m terrified
I’m petrified by
Prediction
Wandering of particle
Trend acting like tentacle
Light becomes fission
Smothering my space
Pulling me down
Making me drown
Behind the gas
Within the mass
I’m petrified
I’m petrified
I’m terrified
I’m petrified