A/N: Hey everybody! Just a companion piece to all my other anger fics.

Broken Sky

Storm's coming.
It's been brewing for a long time now.
Until it's strong enough to wash me away.
And all I can do, is hold on.

Staring past my broken dreams,
I see the world for what it really is.
A place where black and white waging a never-ending war,
Even though the rest of the world has already turned to a blurry gray.

I watch soulless people go by.
Lost in world built on lies.
Eyes, frigid. Emotionless. Dead.
Just like the hearts they reflect

I look up towards the broken skies.
Searching in vain for some saving grace.
Until I feel something come loose amidst the despair.
My souls breaking with the sound of wet thunder.

Storm's coming.
It's strong enough now.
And I'm not really sure,
If I want to keep holding on anymore.