a storm is coming closer and closer as i watch this storm come closer
it the thunder starts to roar this thunder is coming as the clouds soar they soar so far above me i see faces in the thunder clouds i find the faces in the clouds to show my vow the vow to keep me from being consumed consumed by my resumed
hatered of storms these storms form
they form a hell this hell is hard to tell
it's a hell that is unreal it's so unreal has no feel
feelings of storms are disturbing to me they do not bring any form of glee
i know that this storm will never leave it it will forever live inside me until i consumes me it will consume me internally i dispise storms they bring my true self out it's not the self i feel to let out in a shout
but this true self is one of darkness this true self show my true helplessness the truth is my true self is the thing i fear the most it is so close
my true self is a heart the heart of the storm
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