After the Storm

I look at what's left

anything that might've stayed

it came to my very depth

it left me worn and frayed

i can still hear the pounding

of the effects in my head

it had a way of surrounding

till i couldn't see anything ahead

i've been torn in half

my insides ripped out

broken from the draft

that's left me in doubt

and now everything's quiet 

all's eerily still

what used to be a riot 

all died like a kill

I pick myself up

i'm shaking hard

but at least i'm not stuck

and although i'm scarred

i find i don't care

because even though i'm broke

here i am still aware

that one day and soon it can be revoked

and even though i'm crying

i still can't help smiling

because there out in the dark

i see what comes after the Storm.