The storm floods the horizon
With great exuberance
She is an ocean of time 
A fatal collapse a disastrous crash, 
she takes the torch
Pure atmospheric voltage strikes
with cataclysmic force
A surface permanently damp, she is angry
She rises above and drowns the city
Intently the people scream 
scattering
Flooding throughout the streets
The wrath persists; 
a queen of storm prolongs peace, 
and brings the world to its knees

I don't know much of anything

You tell me all the time

Ciggarette burned out

Tea has lost its prime

The apple has run dry;
Fallen too far from the tree

Away from its comfort zone

*Far away from me.

Sitting at this leather couch
spilling out my mind
as it drips upon the floor 
from every minute of my time wasted.
I'm wondering what you're thinking;
if it's me that's been crazy
for commiting this so-called crime
I'm jaded.
You're judging me pretending to respect me.
A folder thick with penmanship
You diagnose my intelligence
A steady flow of consciousness,
"I was sick of her *******!
I was sick of the relationship!"
It's just a subtle mood swing
And that **** was so controlling
I wanted out.
So you jot your ******* notes
And cross your sloppy T's,
But you won't get the best of me
You're pills are not my remedy.
I stand by my insanity
You can claim I'm unstable
You can claim I'm in denial,
As I choose to ******* leave,
Make sure you make note in your file!

Picking skin off the dead flesh
bones naked from muscle mass
a bloodied gore infested chest
a vulture feasts upon the distress
paitence nonexistant
a gutless meal persistent without regret
they'll vocally attack your mistake
fueled with dire fret
a wild screech demand
a groundbreaking command
it's claping claws sever
its a vultures life forever

Stuck inside this tissue box a suffocating space
denying me the right to cure my sickness of the day.
I realize there's no time to waste
but a tissue cannot help me when the problem's not my face.
I drip a sickness so gripping from my pores
it aches to breathe a lung so coarse
scraping scratching h2o
refreshing not a single soul
a final breath I take in case
this tissue box gives me away