In a dark world,
where the light comes from only
within me,
and none elsewhere.
I limp with swollen feet
and tired eyes.
Tired of the betrayal,
tired of the failure,
tired of the hate.
Amidst the blinding pain,
and the screaming angels,
I decide to fly.
                                                            ­-storm-

I inhale all my faults,
with great difficulty,
and I exhale them all out,
with ease,
as I realize that the fire,
inside me is too proud,
to be extinguished with such trivia.
I realize the utter felony,
of my thoughts.
Cluttering my heart and soul,
like a garbage dump.
I entangle myself from the chaos,
dip my swollen face,
into the ice-cold water of courage,
and rise up,
knowing that my demand was not much at all,
for all i asked for was,
a little peace.
                                                       -storm-

I see the world around me from my corner of darkness,
and I realize I am hiding.
My mind such a controversy.
I look at people in my periphery,
so near but so far from me.
My embrace such a controversy.
I feel bored, so I look down at myself.
My body and such a controversy.
I like to talk to the voices inside and outside me in the dark.
My voice such a controversy.
I yearn for simplicity, but nothing strikes me
more than the fact that simplicity is the biggest controversy.
                                                    ­                    -storm-

My race is one most different.
It revolves around a power most supreme.
But I can see it not.
Or hear it either.
I can only feel it, a burning fire in my soul.
I keep on running,
Although I know the destination has been traced,
several times before.
I keep running my race for me,
the only queen of my seas,
the only one ever to captivate my heart,
and keep it with herself
                                                               -storm-