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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