Tempest

There is a storm yes, there is a storm outside but,there is a storm the storm is here inside The storm outside is Yes,the storm is terrible But not outside Here, in me inside of me The bang and blare and blast and peal hear the howling wind Then sing the song of death my friend Then sing the song of death For the death of fragility, my hate, my agony, Sing the song of death My friend for the boy within me So, the strength will grow in me. See the storming rain so abhorent and dire, let it rain on me my friend let it burn my fire I want to roar aloud my friend do let the thunder blare, do let the thunder blare I must find my path, dear friend I must go outside the storm is abhorent I know but mine is awful inside you can't face the storm dear one the storm is dreadful and ghast I am the storm my friend we'll see which one last. - ऋshikesh