Bullshit Weather

Forcast reads a blinding storm. As heart ache beats into a bleeding swarm.

As summers blaze like fire on the sun. This fragile shell melts until the fires done.

Sheltering myself from the shit outside. Too afraid to get out from which I hide.

As I look away I feel a comfort of this. Yet somehow I fear of what I miss.

Shut me out of all that is to harm. Shut me out of life itself to see no alarm.

I want out. I want in. I want to just shout. From all once again.

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