Storms Are Rumbling Away

…And like a marching crowd of spiders
These shivers head towards my neck.
I woke up empty and tear-less,
Smoky pictures crawl through my head.
I’ve wasted another month
Counting regrets and cigarettes,
Sitting around with the same stale frown
And all the words I never said.

…And I still feel the blade through my ribs
As I’m still gasping for breaths.
I know you never knew a damn thing
About what I’m still trying to forget:
The sleepless nights, the sins,
The need to cry, laugh, and cry
As I’ve been hiding behind these rhymes,
A mask, my favorite one, my dear.

You came so close to destroy the bricks
Of the walls I built around my chest.
You came too close to the realest me
And it was a bit much for you, I guess;
I’ve wasted lives in a deep dark pit,
Lies in an another speech, I felt dead
And the worst part is that maybe
Somewhere, you do believe I’m dead.

So I fake a smile and pretend to keep
On growing up, drenched in pointless fads;
I paint a smile from ear to ear
And doodle anvils on my notepad.
You could see the salt marks on my cheeks,
You could see the tan lines of my hats,
And storms are rumbling away from here,
Now that I’m soaked, anchored to the past.