T'was like any other day,
He had no clue.
The blow he'd take.
It was built, minute by minute.
Word by word.
The Storm
That destroyed his world.

A storm's a brewing
Isn't that what is said?
The calm before the storm,
That's what was felt.
He should have known.
He should've seen.
The conflict now,
Was previously concealed.

The conflict within
The sorrow, the grief.
The sorrow he hoped,
Never again he would feel.
Never again he would grieve

Little did he know,
This could never be.

*Fixed, unfixed, the pain..
Like a wound,
Of mind, body and soul
Forever shall it bleed.