Strange Days
The strangeness of the day weighs heavily on my mind...
The wind that blows seems odd to me.
The rain that falls, to cleanse my soul..Lifts me higher and my breath sighs low.
The hands that touch me, like fire and ice...Breaths through me..makes my mind race.
The last hour of the days fade to gloom..
And I sit forlorn and confused, alone in my tomb.
These feelings I feel, like a weight upon my heart
Begin to shed it's touch and tears me apart....
Do I sit silent and watch the world pass me by...
Or do I scream out this rage that’s buried inside.