Storm bringer

I’ve called out for the moon and the stars that tagged along, Pleaded with the clouds to guide these arms to where they belong. The severed sky in these lungs has shed far too many wishes and tears; Months and moments have made a million mangled hills disappear. Have the bruised brick roads begun their path? Or am I just a spinning maniac, wandering like a psychopath, Ruining rainbows on a rhinestone river, Storm-bringer from a sea of singers drenched in shivers. What more can I bleed, when the thorn’s sins are the heaviest walls within me? Hold no longer, for the fog has nowhere else to be, While this thunder shall lead To the sounds that lull me to sleep.