Words Falling Slow

*** Warning! ***
Some posts discuss self-injury
and may contain trigger material

9.18.2006

I Am

I am the black sky
the wind blowing through the trees
screaming out my love
in a song so bittersweet

I am the stinging rain
the water rushing down the street
lightning strike, thunder crash
echoing eternally

I am the destruction
the storm has set me free
to scratch my mark upon the world
and then return to sleep

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