The thunderstorm comes crashing its warning.
The lightning darts its sword.
My night trembles in fear.
Drifting echoes come haunting me.
The demons are suffocating my soul.
My mind has festered from its rage.
What are the colors that will turn to crimson?
In the darkness my tears are shed.
When will the loneliness be wiped away?
When will I be free of this uncontrollable pain?
Death is rampaging this very hour.

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