Storm
Let me tell you how it is
An open wound.
Resenting death in all her glory,
I watched her smile
with a child's curiosity
from a distant dream
many years ago.
But does it really matter?
I don't know
The blood is on my hands
A killer born form a distant grave
And so the sun stes
on a black hearted sky.
It isn't working,
I'm not sure it ever has
Ignorance is bliss in all i see
I shocked the world,
But the world deranged me
And does it now end?
Complete in it's brilliance?
Obsessed with it's eccentricity?
But with the beauty of the one i love
And after all
The question goes on,
Where are we now?
Exit : Storm
