| Well, can you?
I make these decisions that I can't explain.
When I make them I go in like a storm.
Not knowing where I'm going.
Just knowing that it -feels- right.
But there always comes a time that I open my eyes.
I realize the mess I've made.
THe tornado I've spun
The damage I've done.
The people I've lost.
The people I've hurt.
I look over the wasteland of of broken things and people.
This is my creation.
This is my Kingdom.
This is where I rule.
The angel demon thunderstorm.
The nothingness of the sky.
The everything in the galaxy.
The emptiness of my being.
Lost little ghost.
THis is your home.
Can you love me anyways?
written May 15th. |