I’m a tornado,
I messed everything in my wake,
I broke hearts and was the reason for their ache,
I raised a mayhem buried way too deep,
And now there’s no going back,
I’ll only let the blood flow and seep.
So remind me of the days where I used to be,
Called out for the girl who represented me.
I caused the damage without repair,
I stormed away from everything,
And left it all fragile and bare.
In my haste,
I never looked back,
Trudged forward and fast,
Not once pausing for my past.
We were all puppets waiting to preform,
I moved first,
And now I drown in my own storm.
I’ve made a mistake,
And I dared the whole world to prove me wrong,
And I’d do it again,
Searching for a place where I belong.
In this world, we’re all alone,
We’d die and live,
Our souls bored and sown.
And, alas, comes our death,
There, we are breathing our last breath,
A lungful of air,
Our minds aware,
It’s a day of gloom!
Break that bond and let it go,
Let the spirit show and glow,
May death find you alive, I had said
And there it came as she bled.
I shed my tears,
I bid my farewell,
And in my chest there bloom my pains that swell.
I’ll hide it,
I’d be the horrible me you’ve never met.
I’d do whatever it takes,
To drive away those aches.
I’ll let the rebellion cloak,
A fire beneath my hearth,
A sorrowful flame without a worth.
Side Note: This is a first-person narrative from my fictional story; nothing too real!