the story starts with a wee little boy.
Staring at the world with wonder,
and he had the audacity to challenge fate.
He never knew,
that by 3 words,
his life would fall before his very eyes.
He marveled at the piano,
as he wanted to die.
Yes, thats all he wanted
to die.
He watched things get smashed.
He watched himself cry in the mirror,
but "how ugly you are"
he would tell himself.
People held him to make an image.
Wear a mask,
light smile,
play dumb.
Truth was my mind was too smart,
so instead of playing dumb,
i LIVED it.
I made sure no one would know who I was.
What he made me become.
As if my life was a game,
and the story would shift at any time.
Clocks began to be my enemy.
They would tease me saying,
"how long have ya been here?"
I hate the corners of buildings.
The 90 degree corner calling my name.
The torture it held.
The backside of me,
made an *** of itself,
though it already was an ***.
The wee little boy.
died inside,
but kept living,
lips cold,
eyes rolled,
and he just kept going.

lord help me!
no answer.
Lord, he hurts me!
Silence.
Lord, take my soul!
Silence.
Lord, I want to **** myself!
no answer.
First, the bible went.
Then the cross necklace.
Everything had to go.
I needed help.
Need help,
but where are you?
God, the savior of all,
the hero.
Where are you?
Because I've looked long and hard,
hoping to finally see my salvation.
But,
no.
No one came as I was choked.
You didn't come when I was being tortured.
You stayed in heaven,
while I was living my own hell.
I did everything you wanted me to do.
I stayed faithful,
giving my testimony,
following your word.
But you let me down.
You always have.
"god loves his children"
No.
I thought I was a child of god.
Apparently not.
Because I am still here.
Inside the house of harm.
Inside the house of sin.
Evil lives here.
Before you tell me,
"don't give up,
I will come through,
it is just a trial"
answer me this,
where were you then,
and where are you
NOW?

people call me danger.

they say it with bile in their throats
and venom on their tongues.
they hurl it at me,
hoping it will leave me a mark,
but it never does.

people call me danger as an insult,
but i take it as a compliment.
danger awakes you
and excites you.
danger makes you feel something again.

i'm glad that i am capable of doing that to people.

if you remove danger from life,
what more is left than only a mundane existence?

we remember moments of danger for the entirety of our lives.
the moments we spend scared are the ones that stick with us.

i walk down the hall with danger written on my back,
making the hearts of those around me beat faster and faster.
it gives me a sense of power,
a confidence of sorts.

fear is my ally,
not my enemy.

so you can call me danger all you want,
i won't object.

like a perfect storm
my anger brews

wind chill low and
intensity high

i roar through the towns
leaving wreckage in my wake

never once looking back
at the damage i have inflicted

who knows where i'll go next
a storm is unpredictable, you see

there may not be a tomorrow
but there sure as hell will be a tonight

i swirl over raging waters,
growing stronger as we speak

this hurricane inside me is forceful
and the eye may be inviting

but don't ignore what is
closing in all around you

i can destruct whatever i please
with no one being able to stop me

until one day

i diffuse