My storm
Posted on Friday, November 01, 2013
Perished, I drown in an ocean of thoughts.
Waves are nothing but a mere illusion of emotions,
Amplified as it meets itself from greater heights.
But no value it holds vectorially.
Once an innocent mind, white with purity,
As plain as Casper's false humanely cover.
A stain was all it took, a single stain,
Infiltrated with dye as red as unwanted visitors.
Self intoxication was a norm, THE norm
Surpassed boundaries of socially acceptable behaviors
Incoherent, dismembered pretenses of existence
was nothing but a hallucination of the alternations.
Chains rusted, blades broken, hammers hammered,
Nothing could've have tortured the soul any further
He who holds himself high enough above the ground
will only find himself laying in the dirt.
There was no calm before my storm
My storm has always been the only storm
I've ever known to have stormed in my life.
And I still find myself rocking in an ocean of thoughts
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