It's moments like these that I remember the way it was... The heavy burdens on a poets soul protected by a shield of light...

We were like trees...
Outside we were tough
Seen as just a bunch of kids
Fooling around, having fun
All without a care in the world
But inside,
Beetles tore through our veins
Eating away at our sanity and
Our minds.
We were all crumbling apart inside.
No longer were we innocent angels of heaven.
Now we were the tortured Nephilim,
Forsaken, clawed, vicious
For blood,
For secrets,
For each other's hearts.