Grey skies, looming clouds
I beckon them forth
Let the storms consume my mind
Lightning flash, I'm blind to all
The rain beats at my skin like stones; pelting, pain stabbing through my flesh
I cannot think, I cannot speak
For my words are but a muffle
As I kick the chair
The fear, I swear
Has swallowed me whole, as I dangle there
My mind begins to second guess itself
What have I done?
What will he think?
I claw at the rope, my fingers sting
Hot blood releases from the burns against the rope as I struggle
I cannot fight against the storm anymore
The winds are violent, the rain cascading down
It consumes my soul, what it has wanted all along
The thought of him, the fear sends a crack of light to tunnel my vision against the storm
I relish in the light for but a moment before the darkness returns
And I am too weak to stop it
The rainclouds quickly consume my vision, a dark crimson hue
What will he do?
When he sees the storm has won?
Like the last rumble of thunder of a scary thunderstorm I dissipate
The pain is fading
The darkness waning
And the storm is gone forevermore.