IN THE MIDST OF A STORM

Standing alone in the midst of a storm, 

My heart is shouting....Bring it on! 

Wind is howling like a mad maelstrom, 

There is nothing inside but rage in an artform. 

My emotions are dancing like a waveform, 

Trying to calm my heart ...which is gone. 

Thoughts are tormenting me that's... Confirm, 

Never ever I am going to love anyone. 

Now that I know I am a body without a soul, I feel like I am "Deform".

There are no more thoughts and a heart which would dance like a peacock to perform. 

Pain is a constant reminder in this platform, 

There are no more tears left to sing along. 

Relieved from this saddening life called a Raystorm, 

Happy as I am wearing death as my Uniform.