4 / eternal
it's pouring outside,
thunder strikes endlessly,
the sky speaks in rage,
yet i stand, calm, mostly.

why do I feel at peace,
when the world trembles with sound?
am i hiding my fear,
or am i just tired?

the storm asks of me,
how deep is your soul's fight?
am i fearless or numb,
to the chaos of night?

thunder strike once again
ask my soul for the last time
am i not scared?
or there's something else?

deeply breath told myself
after all this time
i'm just too shattered into pieces
what more can harm me, when i've felt every ache?