Thundra The Existing Darkness
Will not be turned by the inner turmoil inside.
Like raging rivers that turn
against its natural stream.
The heat that makes the daylight
sparkle with stars.
Obvious to your inner self it counter acts with
natural defenses
Like veins clutching together,
fellings follow your anger.
Like a shell you can't escape you own fear.
Your cloud now fulfills it's cover.
A view masquerade to something it's not.
Feel your fluid turn red, pain by your inner veins turn
on yous.
Why such anger resides inside your being.
Mind failing and felling more to come.
Now damaged mind over comensates
for failing mechanics
Curved skin stretching to make way for
pulsating anger.
Something must give or we will
surely perish within our selves.
By air the anguish is overwhelmed to the open.
Secluded inside, ready to implode.
Your spine giving in to muscles never used.
The inner eye controlling your guiding sund.
For what will this be, searching your inner dephts
To lead it back to our existence.
I'm tired.....
My vision is tired.....
And my limbs are tired.....
All has ended.....at what cost?
