The sky has turned a dark shade of gray
Not even the brightest rays can break through
And my Earth is freezing
As a consequence of my thoughts and feelings.
My hands shake like the leaves on a tree
During a hurricane in mid-september
With winds so strong and so fast
That even my loudest screams are muted.
My hottest tears fall like rain
As thunder booms in my head
And with each crack of lightning I fall deeper into myself
Until I'm convinced the skies will never be clear again.
The flames in my lungs only grow larger
As I cough smoke and throw up lava
My teeth turn black as ash
And I run a lovely fever.
I can see your lips moving
But can only hear static
And when you try to touch any part of me
You feel nothing but empty space.
I've stitched my mouth closed
With copper wire
And though the pain is almost unbearable
I cannot help but smile.
I'll drop to my knees and fall to the ground
Just waiting for a kind soul
To bury me alive and end this frigid weather
With which I've plagued the Earth.