The storm
The angels and demons are raging inside like a typhoon with nothing in its way. what is love what is hate? What is right what is wrong? With nothing to brace upon in this storm which way will I go where will I end up? There is a break there is a way I see the light but it’s so far away. It’s getting harder to breathe to see. Where does it end why won’t it stop? I found a place all my own but my angels come here to die and my demons to stay. Why won’t they leave where will I go. The storm is still going on how will this end?
