The Storm

i hear a voice in the distance
echoing off the far corners of my mind
and with the intensity of thunder
it comes and it goes. And each time it get's louder, i try to run away
but there's no escaping the storm thats
trapped inside my head
relentless torturing aganizing pain
the storm has risen less the rain
what have i've done God lord what have i've done
to receive such pain and punishment
contemplating suicide
in search of a gun.
if this is my hell... then life is'nt worth living.
flashes of the past  lighting with a storm
have spawned a tornado and it's causing me great harm
driving me mad! driving me insane!
driving me to the edge ...
with gun in hand.