In my head – there is sun.
In my head – there is rain.
In my head – there is pleasure.
In my head – there is pain.

Sometimes it’s sunny,
It’s warm and it’s bright,
With love and endearment,
With joy and delight.

But the weather it changes,
It’s not always nice.
It often grows cold,
On the ground there forms ice.

I feel something coming,
The air isn’t right,
I then start to worry
as it comes into sight.

Here comes the rain,
Which pours from my mind.
I built up too much pain,
Now the tears send me blind.

Rains not from the skies,
They flow from my eyes.
From the clouds in my head,
From Sadness,
From Dread.

Up in my brain,
There lie darkened clouds,
These clouds are the pain,
The thoughts not let out.
They’re blown by the wind,
And the wind is one’s life;
Relaxing and still
Or gusty with strife.

I knew it was coming,
The pressure was high,
I felt the cold breeze
in my darkening mind.

Now anger’s full throttle,
Overflowing with spite,
The thunder it rumbles
and lightning ignites.

It’s all come together,
the black clouds unite,
the gale starts to blow.
Darkness takes light.

The sky goes ballistic,
The wind screams and it howls.
Black clouds in my head,
With the thoughts growing foul.

And when the dense darkness
Has nowhere to go,
The clouds keep on spinning
And the wind onward blows,
The rain keeps on pouring
in eternal black night.
The thunder is roaring
And the lightning it strikes.

The cold’s taken over,
Death to all that is warm,
My mind’s ******* broken
Now bring on the storm.