I Am Left Cold Dead and Alone

Thunder thrashes as the cyclone called "life" sucks me in, A whirlwind of confusion and everlasting emptiness take control. It's always a constant struggle against the elements, Betrayal and deceit obtain and conquer my soul.

A volcano erupts inside of myself, Exploding and into pieces goes everything I am. The molten lava that is my confusion smothers all of my senses, This fiery burning of inconsistency is more than I can stand.

A hurricane of demands upon me rains, Being pelted with inadequacies becomes a normality. The water and my accomplishments: There is never enough. And never does ceasing become a possibility.

Then with an earthquake, everything I've established Is rooted and rumbled, causing disorder and panic. After this, nothing can be the way it had been, Just like the Earth's shifting plates, the process is systematic.

Like a swarm of bees whizzing around my head, There's never time to step back and breathe. Each buzzing bee wants something of me that I can't fulfill, The frustrating chaos makes me want to scream.

Like the silence after a war, I am left cold, dead, and alone. In a second everything and everyone is gone, And through the gray clouds overhead, no light is shone.