The Storm

Latley its been a storm something ive had to much to struggle through the verse of the storm is always the hardest to fight through nothing seems real anymore worms at the door attack the bird the bird lies and contradicts a verse verse of the bible seem tough eating at the door when noone is home the dark lies in my room the hold of a hand would be the stuff to bring life back to a turn beleif is something not on the relm hard aches of the pain i fight through the twiat of someone elses life is not what i want misery treats company to save another storm life of me is dangerous damn if i dont caress my mind with the spells of confusion lovers at the side and trust is still buried in the dust twisted roses and thorns hurt for another trust livin life do snt seem rough your the base of the drum find it in the trunk cause its all that has when there isnt a mask to hide from lies on your toungue and hurt in your eyes i seek to trust no one live n high in the mist of dawn ill keep the ties on you whispers better run storms chasing you one by one im just doing my best to keep the secrets in the trunk.