Tempest

In the time spent wondering what to do,
We can figure out how we got here,
I can't take this anymore,
The secrets that slipped my mind and spilled on the floor,

Four walls may build a room,
But without the nails and the glue,
It will fall creating our tomb,

Smooth skin on hands that aren't yours,
Lips that are fresh but the taste is sour,
A monster out a man, a man out in the cold,

It's what you deserve, It's what you get,
This is a unforgiving lesson you better not forget,

The lining storm coming closer,
Wields such power beyond mine,
As the winds take hold of the ground,
Everything turns black as my sensibility fails into the sound,

Of the storm, of this Earth, of this birth,
I can finally see what I can worth.