Bad Weather

these seemingly mindless thoughts that spatter upon my brain as endless as the drops from a midsummers rain not knowing when they started that leads to an unforseable end like the flashes of a lightning storm, my sense of safety they will rend my comfort of knowlegde gone, only bitter questions left instead to forever threaten my sanity, thunderous echoes in my head the options i retain, steeped in a foggy mist certain that i remain, atop the reapers list the footprints in the sand, washed away by stormy seas turned away at Heavens gate, for i lack the golden key unaware of hungry wolves, through the blinding snow of hate as they track the scent of blood, from my wounded mental state chilled to my very bones, by sheets of sleeting greed giving all i have for warmth, taking much more than they need a hailstorm of sharpened insults, spat out to see me shamed by those envious of my virtues, that still remain untamed there's a burning in my soul, an inner heatwave of my guilt unable to find the shade, amongst these walls that i have built vengeance sought by those, who's pleads were never heard like the destruction of a tornado, after the silence of the bird my heart ripped apart by sins, like the winds of hurricanes boarded up and closed, forever full of pain...