In came the hurricane,
And out came the pain.

My own little Katrina.
Oh the foul winds, don’t quite suit her.

She is a sun, a supernova,
The brightest innocence I could ever desire.

But someday, on today’s like today,
It’s just too hard.

You just try and act normal I guess,
Maybe put on a smile.

She’ll be quite cordial,
Just like she is to everybody.

She’s so afraid of hurting me,
She does it on the daily.

I’ll just laugh until I cry,
Turn away before I die…

And I stare at her smile in that picture,
And I have no words. What more needs to be said. None.

But oh God, if you even exist,
If this is what it feels to love, to be young…

Take it back, take it away,
The foul smell rotting my brain.

It clouds me now,
Thickens with power.

Make it stop, give me the eclipse,
The end of this terrible rain.