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,