Quick quiet whispers of clarity
give into my dazing sound
of inner turmoil and obscurity
from a love I never found.

Choirs of thunder intensify
the place a dark heart dwells.
Claps of lightning identify
a terrifying beauty that compels.

A useless emotion remains,
the kind that feels like chains,
and although I grew up with it..
I am not defined by it..
but I wonder if I should..

Clever synapses electrify
an idea I never entertained
experience stands to justify
a hope unjustly gained.

The sound of lucidity bells.
The promise of a better age.
A bright dawn that sadness quells.
The beggining of a brand new page.

And in the rage of love,
my soul tore apart.

And in the desire of love,
I have lost my heart..

And in the hope of love,
I found insanity's art..

And in the edge of love,
I see our chosen place.

Where we are together but alone.