Storm

A storm is coming
I can feel it grow
it’s a feeling that I know
it’s a constant humming
in the back of my head
coming soon to blow.

I’ve been trying to ignore
to pretend that I’m in cover
but it's will to take me over
shakes me to my core
it ain't quite that small
it like a locust hovers.

I can hear it moan
I can hear its bitter cries
its time it abides.
not leaving me alone
I'm not really in control
underneath my skin it hides

And in the end
I’ll be no stronger of hand
I’ll be a useless form
I'll be no stronger of heart
I'll be tragically torn apart
if I can't control the storm

It tries to get to me
a fury in my fingertips
turning hands to angry fists
it doesn’t let me be
I’m slowly losing control
in rageful bliss

It speaks to me in dreams
crying all my lullabies
I try to stop a useless fight
I’m bursting on the seams
I’m losing all
there’s no redeem.

So in the end
I’ll have to make my stand
and try to keep my form
cause if I fail at heart
I'll be tragically torn apart
and loose control of the storm.