cyclones have been raging in my soul for a hundred nights
rendering my head and heart unresponsive.
the turbulence of this is almost too much to bear
i don't want to live like this anymore

this uncertainty and chaos is causing me to pick all the wrong fights
making those around me close to irresponsive.
these storms under my skin, they just rip and tear
it's me verses me, an all out anatomical war.

i can't remember the last time i've seen the sun
or the last time that the wind stood still.
all i can remember is chaos and atrophy
running wild through my own veins.

just when i think it's subsiding, it's never truly done
it destroys my sanity, murders my will.
every nerve in my body becomes a casualty,
and i become wrapped tightly in invisible chains.

i can hear myself screaming, but no one else can
the water is drowning me, i can't make a sound.
no one knows, but does anyone really care?
we never really know until we're no longer here.

has it ended before it even began?
i'd only just begun to fly before i hit the ground.
i'm no angel, with no wings i have no prayer
to think i could fly away and persevere.