I am a rolling storm
A force of nature you just can't predict
I am what wakes you at 3 a.m.
And makes you hide under the sheets
Hoping, wishing, praying for some form of relief
I am a whirlwind
With a force so great & strong
I'm here for the moment that feels like eternity
But with the next, I will be gone
I am static interference, like white noise inside your head
I am the poison you drink, but it is I who dies instead
There will be no church with stained windows
There will be no gleaming steeple
I am the ******* reason why
Some storms are named after people------

I destroy all I touch