The Endless Storm
A devil is roaring in my sense.
“Your time is slippered into madness.”
the blast need to hear now,
close your eyes, open your senses,
feel the motion of the gale.
I will bring restless blustering moment for you;
and you will be walking with a raging mood.
You are the desperation.
You are the radiant sensation.’
When I call you, “You will be mine.”
I am your Misfortune.