The storm it cracks leaving but a flash of white, Stop motion blinding and a simple oversight, The storm swells with it’s breif anger, The loud noise and scary sights we we’re never in danger
The brisk cold from a heavy gale of wind, This swelling storm it reeks of my sins, How many times has it come around, Drowning out the light and snuffing the sound
Save me from this impending danger I just want an escape, Take me away take me to and empty space, Taunting and teasing are my thought’s , Runing from everyone I feel so lost.
