Clouds all conscious
Storms with skin
They knock but never let them in
See yourself in reflections
Do you have a deep set loathing
For what it is you see?
That makes you akin to me
We're the hurricanes rolling through the brine
Stirring up something, oceanographic find
Pathological grind
Doing my best to feel right
I scour your soul for shrapnel of hope
I see through gems
Stuck within a cage inside myself
I wish we weren't just wreckage
Twisting and hanging on the edges of ropes
But it's true and within us there's nothing
We're clouded shells
Clouds with conscience
Storms within skin
You knock, but i've never let you in
I seek a greater more
But i lie upon the floor
I wish my gates remained unlocked
But you're waiting out there, wronged
I see the rust on the hinges
I feel the heat of the sun and it singes
I crave the pleasure of turmoil as it cringes
I want to be the acid rain that finishes