The Storm Within
The clouds are rolling over my skies hiding the light.
Creating this storm brewing inside.
The thunder has become so loud.
The only voice I hear now.
There is no end in sight.
I am whirling in the winds in the eye of the tornado.
Moving as it moves me.
I have succumb to the agony and given in .
I have signed my name on the dotted line of sin ,
and given every last part of me there was to give.
I have become one with the storm from within.