The Quiet Storm - Draconian

We stumble through life

Shedding the same tears

Forming the same stream

Asking the same questions

Dreading the new day

It’s so quiet here

Still violence is speaking

I close my eyes

A storm is coming

A spiral of conversion;

Broods from the core of stone-wielded luster

Yes, a storm is certainly coming…

Feel the surge

Rapidly we reach for clenched hands to save us

…and we see ourselves for the first

Time as the ones we truly are

As we bleed, as we die

Hands emaciated folds around our hearts

As we stand in line to leave this life;

To embrace the fear

To wear the crown of an empire never meant to be

Walking in circles

Reaping the afterglow

A human affliction drowning the undertow

I’d rather understand from where my tears derive

To accept the sadness of knowing and

Relieving the long lost hope

Than pursue the tarnished ways of man

But we exist here…

And we cry at night