Avenge The Broken Ones

Nature

Summary of Myself: Nature

I am the willows, soft, delicate, and I sway with the storm.

I do not break, I bend and bow.

I am the fall leaves. Brilliant, blood-red leaves.

Red like the rage trapped beneath my skin.

But soon I will fall.

I will fade.

I will crumble.

I will die.

I am the ocean at sunset.

Calm, but with a swirl of sharks beneath, hungry for my blood.

I am the stars on a cloudy night.

Hoping

Waiting

Praying to bee seen before I collapse.

My soul will shatter like a thousand supernovae.

I am the rain.

I help people grow, without thanks nor praise.

I am the fading grey in sunsets. No one appreciates my role, they adore the more beautiful colors.

I am the swollen, grey clouds. A stormy countenance is my face,

And behind it, I hold a thousand tears and thunderous rages.

I am the lonely bird, calling out at midnight,

Only to hear its own mournful echo call back,

Beckoning me to submit to my mind.

I am the ashes.

I have burned.

I have crumbled.

And now, the breeze will carry me away.

I am everything mournful in this world, and I am everything except human.