Storm Cloud

I’m a storm cloud not a storm drain

Not a drizzle but a heavy rain; you better start seeing things for how they really are

You can talk sharp, hurricane, splinter on the words pouring out in pain

But the lessons really are inside of the insane, like an alabaster mystery without a proper name

They are mask wearing, fast sharing, manipulative snakes, like devils in the desert they are feeding you their taste

In acrid ceremonies living on the inside of your skull, contemplate the betterment and live for something more

She has a forked tongue, single eye, one that wanders, one that lies, listen to the poison dripping from her voice

It’s a velvet kind of sound and leaves you with one choice

Take the heat, take the sand, take what you deserve, you know you can, and says you don’t deserve a forest, just a fake hallucinated oasis

Darling, I’m a storm cloud not a storm drain

I do not drizzle when I rain, and you must be certain I know what they really are

Single serpents in the ground feeding liars until they starve, insane, ponder on the pain

Leave your lessons at the door and make yourself a fake history without a proper name

They are mask wearing, fast sharing, manipulative snakes, like devils in the desert with only one thing to taste

Acrid ceremonies featuring the innocent, contemplate the betterment and hurry shut your door

Foolish one, closed your eyes, seal the whispers of your demise, they will slowly poison and leave you with no choice

In velvet tongues they have one voice

Coated in heat, and in sand, what you deserve you understand, and so you know you deserve a forest but are getting just a fake oasis

I am a storm cloud, not a storm drain; I am nearly like a hurricane

I don’t play around with words and lies

I do not lead you to demise

But they do

 

8/11/13