19 September 2012
Seems like night,
With the cloudy sky.
The wind so harsh,
Birds refuse to fly.
Before the storm,
Seconds tick down.
No one around,
No people in this ghost town.
Which is good because
I don't think they stand,
The storm
That is at my hands.
Held inside for too long.
It will destroy,
I can't stop,
The emotions that will deploy.
Storm Of Rage • Opuss № I