the storm

I am dried out

Fed up and emotionless

From the inside out

Blood dripping on the carpet

And tears streaming on my face

The lights are fading slowly

And the vivid dream is taking me

To a peacfull tranquil place

In my troubled mind

Tears and blood are much alike

With every tear I find

Myself inside a skin that I dont like

Trying to come out of it

I cut deeper and deeper

In my bed I drown steaper and steaper

In jest my soul tries to remind me

Of dreams and hopes

That I once had

Faces and people

Which makes me sad

Streets and places

That I still haven't tried

But my mind controls the hand that cuts

And deeper than my pain

a storm of fear and regret takes over

And once again

I find my life not yet over