Anger

The storm is forming 
Winds blowing violently 
like hungry lions for prey 
A blood shed hour 
The storm is near 
Roaring is the sea 
Swallowing bruised, young hearts 
With devil eyes 
The storm is now 
Pouring on one's skin 
Leaving acidic scars 
Oozing your hate 
The storm is fighting 
Killing all good it sees 
Destroying all precious light 
Darkness has fallen 
The storm is passing 
Crashing waves heal my wounds 
My gold heart bans all evil 
that consumes your soul 
The storm is over 
Washing upon the shore 
Taking my first breath 
I can live again

Upon the Shore