Lonely was the feeling as this TORNADO reminisced.
1k. MpH.
Captured with all the years I missed.
Sticky dreams,The King arised, frustrated.
Ughhhh!
Another day in this prison.
My mental hurricanes enslaved.
This rumbling brain of mines.
Thoughts of you in the mist.
Majority good thoughts. Still, some bad.
Dying for happiness.
Still living sad.