Grigori

   
It is and always was    
a storm of brutal proportions  
that taught my heart to quake  
and my mind to find the others  
   
I see them at the edge of reason  
they whisper  
wagging the tongues of mortals  
I don't know who they are    
I see them also  
while I'm sleeping  
   
A tempest brews    
and then I feel them    
while they peer at my soul    
Like a vortex I open  
then shut them out quite vehemently  
   
They've come to mock me    
in my sorrow  
not quite human  
nor in mortal form  
   
What do they know?  
apart from cunning obsession  
taking note quite closely  
with egos outweighing their judgement  
   
Tasting secondhand what is served  
a tornado feeding frenzy  
They love my wrath  
after all it's very tempting  
   
I withhold my thoughts  
until I can bear no more  
then unleash them  
   
I wish to ignore you Grigori    
if you want answers    
find a host who's willing