I am a rolling storm
A force of nature you just can't predict
I am what wakes you at 3 a.m.
And makes you hide under the sheets
Hoping, wishing, praying for some form of relief
I am a whirlwind
With a force so great & strong
I'm here for the moment that feels like eternity
But with the next, I will be gone
I am static interference, like white noise inside your head
I am the poison you drink, but it is I who dies instead
There will be no church with stained windows
There will be no gleaming steeple
I am the ******* reason why
Some storms are named after people------

I destroy all I touch

Only at night
Can I truly see myself
And that's why
I'm afraid of the dark

Your soul was paper thin
So you grew skin thick as stone
And when your armor wasn't enough
You were glad that you sank faster

There are three different views of love:
Love is for the weak
Love is for the week
Love is

I remember a time when I had a heart
A time when we were a work of art

I remember when I could touch the moon
When thoughts of you filled me like a balloon

I remember how it felt to be perfectly fine
How I thought that I would call you mine

I remember how it feels to be fractured inside
I lost count of how many times I cried

I remember you
I remember you
And how I became little boy blue
When my heart was left to wither too

Sadness is a razor
Uncertanty marks my arms
Dissapointment carved my thighs
But the crimson is so beautiful
When all you want is to die

My arms cry for a breakup
My legs for being unwanted
New skin where the old used to be
Your body is now haunted

But the scars have a certain beauty
Be it from razor, needle, or knife
They show that you were strong enough
To not give up on life

The most surprising thing about it
     Was how sweet the concrete tasted
Once I rushed the twenty stories
     To give it a kiss