The Storm

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Oh, and as the storm ripped my life apart all I could do was sit and watch

Everything I knew, everyone I loved, dead with a single touch

And I sat there for a long time looking at the world and thinking what it means

And where we souls have to wander and go when we leave these tired bodies

And oh I'm so tired and my bones tell me they're weak

But by brain just won't accept it even when my blood starts to drip and leak

Even when my joints start to groan and creak

Even when I'm so tired I can't even speak

So this is what death feels like it's not going out with a bang

It's slow and painful process then ends when you run out of sand

But there are so many things left to do so many goodbyes left to say

So many embraces to be embraced and so much left to give away

And all I ever wanted to do was help and only recently I've found out how

And now I know the end is near I don't even have the strength to shout

But somehow I manage to get up and laugh my way through the day

And give myself a little pep talk before my nth x-ray

And sometimes it's hard to be colourful and forgive and be forgiven

And sometimes it's hard to do what's right until I find a rhythm

So once again I open my eyes

So once again I see the blue red and black skies

And watch the birds spin and twirl

And find myself thinking of that world I've visited only twice before

Before being wrenched back here for more

And oh it was so peaceful to not breathe or think or move

To have no worries of anything and to neither win nor lose

And oh it was so peaceful most people say that they're scared

But I just can't understand unless they never were really there

I'm not a light in the darkness but the darkness in itself

And as I lay here in an empty field I happen to give less of a crap about my health

A fox has come over a few times and I'm still here typing away

I'm not scared if it's gonna bite me cause I'm not here anyway

What if this is all a product of my imagination

Then this fox here nestled is just a fictional fabrication

An essence of the scattered ash after a cremation

I don't really mind it doesn't matter what nation

Because when the sun sets I'm just another human creation...

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