I'm scared of the silence disguised as the thunderstorm because how would you listen to the stillness of pain when you can only hear the uproar of disaster and harm. I'm scared of the winds that leaves a sense of fulfillment in cold because how would you live when the cold you embraced forever turned into a warmth. I'm scared of the silence disguised as the thunderstorm because how would you listen to the stillness of pain when you can only hear the uproar of disaster and harm. I'm scared of the moon when it doesn't cast a shadow of silver on my scars because how would you trust someone else when the one you've loved, cheated you so far. I'm scared of the waves that pulls me into a blizzard of pessimism because how would you rest your hope on someone else when the one who used to make you feel alive, left you in a deadly abyss.
