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A storm’s on its way, hurry get inside.

Wind, thunder and rain, we all need to hide.





Sometimes you’re lonely,

But you just want to be alone.

Sometimes you’re homesick,

And you still won’t go home.

The storm rages outside, and safety is near,

But you know your mind and the decision is clear.



Fighting the storm;

Throw yourself into the wind.

There’s no reason for you to struggle,

There’s nothing you’re trying to win.

But you hear that thunder and you just can’t wait

To get outside and fight your fate.



You can’t make a heart love,

When there’s nothing of that heart left.

Sometimes there’s nothing you can do,

Giving up is for the best.

You hear the storm coming; you put yourself in harm’s way.

You go running; you’ll find release for today.



So fight the storm,

Throw yourself into the rain.

Fight blustering winds,

Even though there’s nothing but pain.

It’s not a victory you search for,

Just relief from the loss.

There’s nothing at the end of the journey,

But for now the pain is gone.



You can’t force a strong will to bend

If you’re not stronger still.

Sometimes it’s no fault of yours;

They just didn’t get their fill.

As long as the storm still rages, you’ll be able to stand so tall

Hope that storm doesn’t leave soon, without it you might fall



The rain dies down; the wind blows on its way

Fight the storm

There’s nothing left to distract you, the pain was never gone

But in the distance, as you watch the clouds roll on

Fight the storm

You still feel the thunder rumble, reminds you of your loss

Fight the storm

You know that someday you’ll forgive, someday you’ll move on

Fight the storm

But you never can forget, it was the storm that made you strong

Fight the storm.

My darkest girl,

You can't even love yourself, how can I hope you'll love me?

My darkest girl.

Keeping yourself hidden, you don't want company.

My dark li'l girl,

You think that my words are nothing more than things to say.

My gothic girl.

You already gave up on the hopes of a perfect day.

My crying girl,

I tried so hard to show you what it was I saw,

My dark eyed girl.

But you can't see yourself, you're caught up in it all.

My lonely girl,

I still love you, though I barely got inside,

My hard-shelled girl.

Just another unsuited suitor, looking in from the outside.

Nobody's girl.

You own your own self, that's how it's meant to be;

A crying girl.

But who can resist those eyes that cry with such beauty?

So long I was dead.

So long I slept.

So long I hurt.

So long have I-



*GASP* I awoke in the coffin of my own hand

Pressed in close, tight, can't move.

Heaving frantic breaths of the fetid, life-giving air.

I remember how I got here, now.

I remember the times that led me to dig this grave.

This grave that only I know of.

No one can hear my calls now,

They think I am still safe above the ground.

I wanted them to think I was still safe.

But now there is no one to rescue me.

No one to dig me up.

I am done with my grave,

I have rested.

I needed to be here, but no longer.

I need to escape.

Clawing, desparate to free myself.

No one else will.

I fought my way into my own grave;

I will fight my own way out.

In this grave of my own hand I will not be trapped.

Life could not keep me, death shall not prevail.

My choice does not lead to regret.

I will remember this grave long after the grass covers the disturbed dirt.

Whether I will remember it from above the ground has yet to be decided.

~Vespertilio