2 September 2012
Clouds of anger, thick and black, A storm's a-brewing for attack, The sky, lit up, a flash of passion, Crafted in the darkest fashion.
Cracks of fury, bolts of pain, A blazing fire sparks the game, A gale force of friction trust, A dark remorse of lashing lust.
A biting frost of frozen hate, That chills the dewdrops with its trait, A rolling fog of hopeless love, Absorbing teardrops from above.
A midnight mist of humid lies, Where ashen leaves are burning cries, The clouds, they clear, for truthful air, The sky of peace, no longer there.
Storm Of Emotion • Opuss № I