The Storm

I can hear a storm brewing from afar

The thunder roles through the hills of my mind

Dark clouds are fogging up my judgment

A fine wind howls tearing a sunder my soul


Screams of sadness and misery as the thunder draws closer

The last bit of sunlight fades away

Hatred and vengeance lurks deep within the eye of the storm

Why are all these streets always empty?

So many broken down buildings and empty homes

Shipwrecked vessels with sunken dreams

Caught between the tide waves of painful ambition

As now it seems I have been part of this cataclysm

Seeking shelter in the catacombs of my heart

Yet it is the very origin of this violent abstract atmospheric disturbance

So it has finally come for me

No man escapes the inevitable

No where to run … no where to hide

The cold rushes over me like night over day

Fire hails from the sky like the hared within its eye

Inextinguishable floods of flame

Come to purify the very life from this baron deserted land

As it is stoup of filth while the Devil stirs my beaker

Such disaster directed to myself as they stand and look on

Yet I see one and all and all they do is but one….

Predict and forecast my beginning and end

As the only way to conciliate such rage is to walk in the path…

Show no mercy as it does nay…

Moving along swiftly on its rampage and carnage

Who…? I…yes I will go…

I am what it wants… u need not perish here

Against the wind, through the rivers of flames

Into the very heart of it all

So it may consume me and I may consume it

And now all returns to nothing