Someone's had it with life, I wonder who...
Storm
Rain patters on the sill of my dark, gloomy room,
Whilst I finish my epistle by candlelight,
Thistles of pain prick at my solitary tears,
I wrap my cloak around myself as I slip away into the night.
Black gale is brewing, cold and fierce,
I hold my head proud in the storm,
Lashes of wind whip at my tear streaked face,
I know I won't be back in the morn.
Angry clouds swirl in the cauldron of despair
As torrents of darkness rain down on the land.
An energy bolt crackles, illuminating the furore,
It is there in the midst of the whirlwind I stand.
Ten thousand kilowatts of angst accumulate in one bolt
Point of blue energy aims directly at my heart
Like an arrow it hits its target straight and true
Sending my body to oblivion and ripping my soul apart.
I wrote this when I was feeling down. Don't worry; I have plans for a full life, but what a way to go!