Fake illusions

My head is a whirlpool
Of dark and deadly thoughts
It's like a heavy rainstorm
Dampening the battles I've fought

The sun quite rarely shines
It's to afraid to beam at all
And the clouds are far to black
To stem the hurt of my fall

White snow covers my problems
Like a blanket laced with lies
My eyes so often darkened
And happiness regularly denied

Floods wash away any feelings
That may have occupied my mind
And earthquakes shake my body
Making love to hard to find

Then thunder awakens
To smash again in my head
Not much time passes
Before lightening strikes me dead

You see how darkness taunts
When everything puts you down
Rain, hail and sunshine,
force me to wear a frown

I try to deceive myself,
To find a rainbow in the dark
Maybe if i saw some color
My life would not be torn apart

My visions clearly fixed
On something so surreal
All these fake illusions
Remind me death is all i feel

-I have no idea where this came from, and i realize it isn't that good. But sometimes i think the wheather has a personalitity of it's own, call me crazy-