3am

Mid-morning feelings, hmmm...
Not sure if there good or bad...

Anger now drained
I feel all empty again,
So now what do I do?

My rage temporarily abated
My face now dry of tears,
I feel free of all fears
And yet I can’t relax,
For I know that it’s coming
Something big and bad,
For a storm is brewing
Underneath these cloudless skies
It’s coming, it’s coming,
It’s coming back

This now fear-less heart of mine,
So cracked and broken,
Picks up its pace
Beating slightly faster than normal,
Hope,
That is what I feel now
Hope,
Optimism, for
Perhaps,
Everything, will now change now

But who am kidding?
Its just a fucking joke,
All of it
Life
Death
Love
War
All they really mean is nothing
You hear me?
IT ALL MEANS NOTHING!!
FUCKING NOTHING!!

Yep, its coming back alright
But then again, it never really left…