Storm

by hiddenimage   Dec 5, 2005


Listen to the rain
that pours down so strong
listen to the thundering pain
that sings a tattered song

its not a song made of love
but of hatred and pain
its not a storm from up above
not with this rain

feel the cold breeze
that seeps through the door
feel the rain freeze
like touching a cold floor

clouds cover the sky
and hide the sun
making all the happiness die
and losing all its fun

this storm of madness
is all thats left in me
filling me with sadness
just wanting to be free

i stand where the sun rises
but i always feel the snow
i guess we're all left with surprises
to this I'll never know

so dead on the inside
but full of life on the out
guess i already died
from the storm with no doubt

my mind was covered thickly with clouds
and my ears with so much thunder
it was always so loud
making my eyes plunder

plunder with rain
that made my heart weak
then a cold pain
seeped in through a leak

then the rain turned to snow
that iced over my heart
still the storm flowed
but that wasn't the start

the worst soon came
when i realized the sun was beaming
but still i felt the same
and the icicles were still gleaming

some where inside i died
so the storm finally won
maybe i always lived a lie
until a storm came and gone...

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