As I sit here in this hell which no one can see
Self-pity surrounds my own instability
The thunder roars, the lightening strikes
Its storming in my head
I have not written in a long time
I have forgotten how
No one shall ever be able to know my feeling again
I cannot
Any other way would be violent and unpredictable
The storm will brew inside me forever
Soon enough it will tear my insides out
Stringing them on whoever is lucky enough to see my death
Thats the way I want it
leaving the lucky covered in my bloody disease remains.
