• These thunderstorms are roaring.
    Your ears bleed to the sound of truth.
    You're on your back in a ball,
    the only position you've ever known.
    I stand over you and watch, no pity.
    Watching as you choke on all that you've sought for yourself.
    Then you cry in spite of what you've done and do it again.
    Your well of pity seems endless, but I refuse to supply.
    You did this to yourself.
    You did it--it's your fault.
    Don't lean on the shoulders of the silent strong.
    I watch as you choke on all that you yearn for.
    You're on your knees--head touched to ground,
    the only position you've ever known.