I return back to reality, I wonder what is right to believe Waking to a new day and it's fate, Facing this world, breeding hate A storm in the silence
Storm clouds hanging over head Offer not the slightest bit of comfort for the first time in days I wait to discover disasters that I've slept through
swirling, curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fast With reptile tongue, the lightning lashes towers built to last Darkness creeps in like a thief and offers
bend underneath this burden When my back is sturdy and strong? Trouble me Speak to me Don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling Speak
, I rejoice in hurting god. When eclipses devour the source of light my time has come to rise (and scourge the whole). Silence followed by the great storm
is elected for a third term. In Britain 'spycatcher' is banned, But anyone can buy it in America. A storm hits the stock market on black monday. 1988 S.A
caged Empty in silence Offering to the suicide king Leaving the misery of God A storm of swords to end my life (Take me) A storm of swords to end it
lost forgotten dreams The silence weaves a tapestry of once enchanted themes The shadows listen carefully and question what it means For stories have
part of our refinements That allow a man to be There are wounds that bleed in silence With aristocratic grace There are tears we keep beside them Never seen upon a
, Gifts I possess I bring damnation, By enforcing death In the beginning of the storm I'll come forth An arrival into a twilight reverb As just a shadow
. In these tims of silence, these times of seperation. I find there is a voice that rises up. A peace that brings my tears. A comfort that no one
these times of silence These times of separation I find there is a void that rises up A peace that bridges my tears A comfort that no one else can offer
Charles walks in Confronted by reflections of a million ancient men Staring back and making him older A lifetime full of regrets A man who never knew his son A
dull and hazy sick and pathetic, the weak and diarrhetic a waste of time and space... when from a darker place the wolves descend!!! A plague of locusts
times of silence, these times of seperation, i find there is a void that rises up, a peace that bridges my tears, a comfort that no one else can offer