The Storm in my Eyes

The Storm in my Eyes

Dark clouds form overhead unleashing their misery on the unsuspecting soul below.
A bitter cold night is setting in, it’s going to be a difficult struggle for survival, this he knows.
Just when he thought his will to survive was nearly snapped when he froze mercilessly in snow,
the fucking fiend reloads his hellish ammo,
      sends his soul spiraling towards the heart of Moscow.      

Flames shoot all around me aiming to end my life for good.
I remain steadfast holding my ground firmly as one should,
but I’m tired and worn down from constantly struggling to survive in this rough neighborhood.
It doesn’t help that when people look at me, I’m so fucking misunderstood.
What are my odds of survival in all likelihood?
Probably about as well as mankind evolving and losing their third eyelid.

The pain is real, are you looking close enough?
The scars rampant over the corneas tell you all we need to discuss.
I’m being stripped, broken, fucking coming undone.
All I want is a simple hug from someone.
A hug that tells me they care and see the pain,
feel the pain circulating around in my brain.
Instead, when they see me and have the decision of becoming a friend, they abstain.
It might be time to turn to cocaine.

Sorrow swirls around like a cyclone infecting every organ.
Jagged memories bring back nightmarish memories, such a burden.
My heart shredded into thousands of pieces that beautiful April morning.
Spiritual connection gone, now I’m an orphan.
My mind suffers from low level of endorphin.
I’m lost without you; you were that damn important.
 Outside I appear calm, inside I’m a traumatized mess, now I’m pulling back the curtain.
A decade ago, success seemed certain,
now as the 2 is on the eve of turning into a 3, my future has never been more uncertain.
How do I crawl out of bed in the morning
with rot and decay plaguing my internal garden?

You walk up to me and say hello.
Deep inside, the light and dark are coming to blow.
I reach out my hand to return the greeting.
You tell me it’s your pleasure for our meeting.
I smile and win you over with my calm demeanor.
You worry I’m too good for you because you carry a misdemeanor.
How wrong you are.
Just how wrong you are.

You look me in the eye and don’t sense an issue.
You’re cute and I would love to kiss you,
but you have no idea of the monster I hide inside.
Unfortunately, it prevents you from ever becoming my bride.
You blush as I rub my hand across your face.
I tell you I will be in touch just to set up another pointless chase
because the storm in my eyes tell a truth
I’ve been broken and completely fucked since my youth.
I’m no good and will only drag you down with me so run, run away,
because if you choose to be with me, never again will you see the light of day.

The most humane thing you can do is take out a gun and place a bullet in my fucking head.
Watch my body as it falls over dead.
The storm in my eyes will finally be shed,
and peace and love will finally be allowed to spread.