Thursday, February 5, 2009

Unrest

Its like the quiet before a volcano erupts
Its like a silent thunderstorm
Its like oceans changing course
Its like the skies tearing apart
Its like judgement day with no decisions

Its like ice showers on snowy days
Its like being stranded with no map
Its like being straitjacketed with no voice
Its like being restrained with no defense
Its like shadows of the darkest nights
Its like the glaring sun on a dead patch

Move glaciers, you said you would
Promise joy, do you remember?
She ran away on her wedding day
She lost the battle before it began
Its like black magic in a fool's paradise

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