I see the contents of the room
Pitch Blackness again
Hiding away from my sin

Lightning strikes fear in the hearts of the fearless
Uncovers the remnants of my mess
The sadistic glow of terror
Is like that of a mirror
To my soul , It shows
The Darkness that no one knows
Hear the thunder creeping away
To show its face another day
See the flash of the instant
Images revealed not so distant
Into my soul It burns so bright
Revealing what even hides the night
Ember glows light the sky
Revealing to all My little lie
Screaming now–in a dead run
Tortured by this satanic fun
Run for cover, don’t be late
The Grim Reaper will not wait
Tripping and Falling, scrambling away
Melting slowly as if of clay
The infrastucture of my soul in a crumble
This once wild soul now made humble
The sound of impending Doom
The power to cut the sky
Then shake the earth with its cry
Closer than ever before
If only I could get to the door
The light ahead ever so distant
My mind crumbling and bent
Get away–far, far away
Return not again this day
Driven back by needles of pain
Take cover from the driving rain
Caught outside in the storm
Protected not from the harm
The body enters a tingling sensation
I am the Lightnings’ ration
Must find cover, must be saved
From a path of Stones Blood Paved
A Bright flash, a single scream
Wide awake…It was a dream
Lying heartpounding in my bed
The thunder rolling away in my head
Pitch Darkness fills the room
In the brief light supplied
Images reveal–away from them I hide
Lightning strikes fear in the hearts of the fearless
Uncovering the remnants of my mess
For in my room, I lie in blood
Reveal the killer in tracks of mud
Killing me in my sleep
The lightning strikes driving deep
The light revealds the dead of the room
No more thunder in my head
Rolling away with the drip of blood from my bed
Killed so softly in my sleep
The Lightning struck driving deep

By Blessed

Born on August 20, 1983. Went through really religious period, now in a very dark one...been there ever since. Love scaring the shit out of people that expect you to be good. Read my poetry...see what a Valedictorian really has on his mind.