Thunder Road

She walk down the broken and crumbled road

Breathing in the stale midnight air

Slicing, shredding her insides with every breath

Everything is depressingly quiescent

Its calmly silent on the road

Except the thousands of steady drips of the descending raindrops

The roaring roll of the thunder

The sparkling crackle of the lighting

It is so calmly silent on the broken and crumbled road

But it is excruciating loud inside her head

Herself, drowning in all the noise

Caused by all the words that she never said

She’s killing herself with all the regrets

Staring down the road, nothing

There is nothing, like a ghost town

And she’s the ghost, in a town of nothing but nothing

She should never have been here, on this road

Running forward, running forward

All the while looking back over her shoulder

Visions creep inside her mind of the past that she running from

The truth, lies, revenge, death, evil, sorrow

Drowning in all the sins not of mine

Louder and louder the voices get as they scream

At her weakness

At her inability to believe the truth

At her ignorance to believe the lie

At her weakness to summit to the evil

The lighting strikes while the thunder roars

The voices in her head get louder to the point where it is painful

The lighting roars while the thunder strikes

Every thing in her life is spinning out of control

Into a black abbes that now consumes her life

The noise will never end

And the storm will forever go on

Because she can never take back the words that I never said