A wise person once said to every cloud there is a silver lining
But I can't see i,t all I can feel is the storm front behind me
The clashing roar of thunder and the lightning flying through the thunderheads
The lashing rain and the howling winds on the other side of my existence
The towering thunderheads deep and dark as the emptiest midnight
Fear grips my heart and adrenaline makes my mind race swift and light
I can feel the blood dripping creeping through the cavities in my brain
What is this metamorphesis I can feel the difference this slow change
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