• Trapped within the whirlwind of thought,
    Thinking of all the battles I've fought,
    In and within myself and I.

    And the storm rages on and on,
    Every night and every dawn,
    Tearing me up as it blows by.

    Blowing trains of thought inside,
    Trains of though that have died,
    And been replaced with lies.

    As the people, my thoughts, are screaming,
    The fire of hope that was once gleaming,
    just fades away, no longer mine.

    The storm just continues, never stopping,
    It makes my head feel like popping,
    and I never could find out why.

    Now my end is finally nearing,
    Thoughts are gone, hopes dissapearing,
    And slowly I begin to die.