It Will Come
My heart is as empty and desolate as the sea,
Forced to love the unloved and loathe those deeply loved.
Beauty hides under sand, behind tossing waves and thunder.
Reality has become the images and nightmares of the mind.
Darkness clouds my judgment as a monsoon darkens the shores of hell,
And my emptiness consumes me, just as a dust storm of past prairies.
Unheard and unseen, I walk alongside you like a demon.
You are ignorant to my presence-blind to my potential of destruction