The storm is only the beginning
for, when the rumble is over
the mourning truly begins
pain, like footprint on a beach
bold, and deep
time, as timeless as time itself
dissonance, waiting to be softly pulled into tone.
until the end, there is no end.
You are the voice
don’t you understand
raise it loud and clear
in fear, will they cower.
you are a house on fire, let them know
you wanna keep burning
Memory fails me,
where my armor end, and
where my skin begins
an ultimate search
through ripped veil would I know you at all
it wasn’t my fault echos around me