I’m a ******* hole
Trying to see the sun inside of me,
But i come to an end with the powerful storms
Storms that zeus has made.
Lightning touches my chest like a warrior’s sword:
Sharp, hard and distinct.

I’m crying like a newborn baby,
My tears mingle with the rain
As it pours on me,
Washing away my memory.

And now i’m a fire that burns itself.
Then i’m the ashes, scattering around
A never-ending cycle of grief
That doesn’t bring me relief.