In Other Words, I Miss You

riding a dark cloud now wanting to be free while stroking the lightning bolt acid rain words constructs changes only hell can withstand my yearning and its passion runs every direction and blueprint of my brain when i function, i am a conman stealing the angelic wings of truth to avoid burning further, you find the inspiration to become stronger by the time the light is all crystal clear, all of my accounts have been fully drained now the dark cloud gallops in, and i am impervious to the reaper's wrath it all feels like a new lifetime of walking in an endless desert of shame and regret the only option now is definitive death in other words, i miss you....