It has all been burned,
The storm has just returned.
For many months my skies were clear of grey,
And now here, they are blocking the light of day.
Another army marches forward towards my own side,
Screaming in disgust and wishing my own demise.
The picture is disrupt, it’s too dizzy in my head,
Why did the cloud have to come haunt me for something I hadn’t said.
Everything is crashing down,
If this goes on there will be no more sound.
A sound wave lost in the echo,
Only to land upon the ears on the sparrow.
I will be nothing more to who I was a year ago,
Broken, scarred, beaten, and buried deep below.
In a dark cavern blacker than Hell,
I don’t want to be ruled by one who mocks me and rings a bell.
I don’t know what to do anymore,
I had burned all these memories and old lore.
The people who are fostered can no longer save me,
I’m left with only broken audio waves stuck on repeat.
Do I wanna know? If anything is worth saving anymore?
Is it still considered pain when it reaches and destroys your core?
On this dark breezy night, I sit upon the fire escape guitar in hand,
I utterly had no idea that this was planned, it’s life wanting me to understand.
As the sky falls on this city, and the fog roles in,
Silence is all that is beard within, she’s ready to strike, to allegedly attack him and protect her own kin.