Destiney's Storm

The clouds rolled in like a wall over the sparkle that gives life to ordinary. Heaviness felt in every inch. The cool grey mist cleanses opportunities never meant to exist. Destiny is cruel, orchestrating and plotting each breath. Unbearable intensity a torrid fire couldn't withstand. Run coward. Your demon awaits. Laughing at their victorious tears. One victim. Born nothing. Left less. Endured the passion the theif, the destruction of a devil and a lie come to life. Choke on your black death, your shadow consumes the weakness and you become one with the darkness. Accepting an ocean that doesn't glistnin the sun, but pretends in what remains. Motions and sounds fool the masses. The bent and twisted remnants please the artist for he painted this murderous scene with intuitions brush, bound by his keepers hardened heart. Like a puppet on strings. So many voices, damn them all. Awareness is searching for retribution, God help you.