The first break of thunder that strikes our minds
the once drifting eyes now fixed on the sky
as static attracts the rest from our reach
we lay in flashes of dark, just waiting for peace
but as for myself
I rather prefer that violent crashing sound
than the silence which creeps and nightly abounds
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
The first break of thunder that strikes our minds
the once drifting eyes now fixed on the sky
as static attracts the rest from our reach
we lay in flashes of dark, just waiting for peace
but as for myself
I rather prefer that violent crashing sound
than the silence which creeps and nightly abounds