The Storm

When I'm alone I reminisce And measure out the damage done I watch my thoughts play back to me In my theater of one Like a crippled man without his cane Or a king without his crown The passion that once consumed me Has turned to ashes on the ground I'm drawn to the sound of silence Drawn to this cold and empty space Where I don't have to confront my fears Where I can hide my face But the darkness only hides so much And others start to see The turmoil that I suffer through The storm inside of me Angel of death and mercy Please come take me from this cage Before these iron bars become me And these four walls become my rage Will you be my savior Save my life before it slips And is carried away by the hurricanes Blown straight from Poseidon's lips I might have hit rock bottom But it's the perfect place to start Where the only thing that I can hear Is the beating of my own heart I screamed my name to pierce the silence But I've been gone too long to hear Caught somewhere between being noticed And wanting to disappear.