The Storm

Turn the darkness ultraviolet, if only for a second, Pierce the sky with your bolts of blue, their sharp and lethal light. Open up the heavens and let it rain, flood the streets with tears, Scream for me loud and clear, break the silence of the night.

A Millennial Quarter-Life Crisis

Conflicted thoughts with tension burning like a furnace, Growing up slowly but ageing quickly on the surface. Nobody can teach me, which path I'm supposed to take, But I thought I would have learned by now, mistake after mistake. I'm weak but I'm strong, I'm right but I'm wrong, I've been a sensitive psychopath all…