Pain
Her Worst enemy
Her Best Friend
Her Protector
Her Oppressor

He lives in the darkest depths of her soul
He claims her voice
No one can hear her scream
She screams inside
Yet can not be seen

He holds her heart in his strong hands
He squeezes
She remains silent
She is a slave
A slave to pain
controlled by Fear

Panting she ran
Ran a little faster
in order to avoid disaster  
To lose his scent

Yet her heart yearned for the one
The one who turned her world upside down
He did not seek permission yet
commanded  her attention

He touched her lips
in turn touching her smile
His soul set her body alight
whilst illuminating the darkest depths of her soul

He was freedom
Yet she belonged to another
One who loved her wholeheartedly
yet caged her in his ignorance

She wanted what she was afraid to have
Was she worthy of the one
The one who engulfed her body in flames
whilst illuminating the path to freedom

*Was she worthy of the Calm and the Storm

touched
to deep to describe
to rare to deny

fighting a battle
an inner battle
yet it creeps
it keeps me burning inside

it sets my soul alight
it enlightens my mind
challenges my control

who are you ?
you touch the depths of my soul
there's no passion with out pain
yet what is there to gain?

he stalks me like prey
unaware of the fire he ignites
I keep running afraid of  what burns within

he is the calm and the storm