The Storm Inside My Mind

The feeling rips through my chest,
Ruthlessly examining my soul,
It leaves no scrap untouched,
It hits me harder than a bullet.

The tide crashes down,
Then it rushes back,
Leaving me empty of all emotion,
The force of the waves knock down my walls,
every feeling scrutinized under its watchful eye,
the eye of the storm,
the storm inside my mind.

Shooting through the night,
Fading like the dawn,
Rolling over the walls like waves over sand,
the sounds echo off the empty chambers of my heart.

There’s ice in your eyes,
And fire in your heart,
My eyes are hollow of any emotion,
And my heart is made of glass.

My endless walls,
Fortify my heart,
But they leave my soul open,
Unprotected from the battering of endless pain,
It leaves me weak and fighting to be heard,
I cannot rid myself of this frightening sensation,
Only delay its inevitable consequences.

The force of the storm leaves me gasping for breath,
It leaves me tottering on the edge of a cliff,
It leaves me all alone in the howling wind,
It leaves me mourning in the aftermass,
I am left without a shadow of hope,
Doubt clouding my mind,
What am I supposed to do?

Should I run and hide?
But they always find me,
Should I face it head on?
I will be left empty and dead,
am I supposed to lean on someone for support?
But they don’t understand my pain,
Tell me what must occur.

Crashing through my latest wall,
It hits me with the force of a cyclone,
It knocks me off my rising perch,
And down into the swirling unknown.

I cannot see the bottom,
I don’t know where to swim,
I can see the fires starting,
Above my head,
Clouds erupt is blazing red fire.

I pray to the gods,
Above and below,
But no help will come,
I can feel it in my bones.

it spreads like a wildfire,
Igniting a flaring pain,
It tears me to shreds,
Leaving a tattered mess,
Where there used to be glory,
Crumbling ashes now remain,
A reminder,
This is my battle,
I will fight until the end of time.

It will never get me far,
But the fight relieves the pain,
It holds it at bay,
I fight not with strength and swords,
But I show my power in words,
I twist them in every way,
Just to gain me the advantage,
At this I am a master.

The eclipse of the moon,
The wild rage of the storms,
The crashing tide of ocean,
There is nothing to defeat my pain,
The tide of the sea,
It soothes my worries,
The rage of the storm ignites my passion,
The eclipse of the moon makes me appreciate the subtle beauty in all,
The pain makes me fight,
For everything in and out of my reach.

Shattering all in my grasp,
I fight to escape,
This torturous beast,
Oh how it makes me suffer,
Oh how I wish to banish it,
But this pain has embedded itself deep into my core,
I cannot lose it without losing myself,
Love is a hopeless emotion,
Joy will get me nowhere,
Tears will gain me ground,
But my anger will get me somewhere,
Somewhere high out of reach from the notorious bastards who torture my life,
I have always been drawn to those who create my pain,
But I cling to the ones who make it go away,
Once you gain my trust,
I will be loyal to you forever,
I will defend you with the combined might of all the gods.