Suicides Storm
A shout that cuts across the air,
Voice as ever shrill and fickle,
The words a knife in my despair,
Blood now slowing to a trickle.
These twisting dreams of time and space,
The call of shadows echoing loud,
I fell them rip me from this place,
Beneath the thund’ring lightning cloud.
What truly lies beyond the veil,
A journey of eons seconds long,
But if I slip my heart may fail,
My tortured soul must learn the song.
A shout that cuts across the air,
Voice as ever shrill and fickle,
The words a knife in my despair,
Blood now slowing to a trickle.
These twisting dreams of time and space,
The call of shadows echoing loud,
I fell them rip me from this place,
Beneath the thund’ring lightning cloud.
What truly lies beyond the veil,
A journey of eons seconds long,
But if I slip my heart may fail,
My tortured soul must learn the song.
*If you are unaware I live with my head in the clouds of my own little world.
Wisp
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