Storm

Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment's glimpse of his vignette As he shone a light on the falling wall Instant pictures form shattered persons Whenever he leaves there's a tainted mark Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke Revoking from the past things less provoked Any which day, there is no relief Adhesive words, spoken silently The shattered man Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there I want to stay with you, and I see it clear now You are giving me no choice Let the rain pour down He's holding for the moment of the fall Stolen knowledge by minds unformed Regulate the demolition of annexe for the differing thoughts Discarded sparks left years ago Evoked a language much more austere Reverberating with figments He left a trace of translucence Shattered man There's a shattered man in a shattered land