Nature's Aftermath Poem by Villie Beebs

Colder now my heart is frozen
Older now yet my youth is broken
Misunderstood now, as my words are mispoken
Always the effect from what has happened I become
Remnants from the past form together to become one
Stirring in illusions, bits and pieces seperate
Like a thousand little paintings that struggle to dissipate

I am lost in pieces and my insides are out of control
Icicles falling off the glaciers inside my soul
Winter has come and it took over everything that was warm
Souful warming now destroyed, it no longer exists
It was damaged with the rest, from the abuse that persists
Aged over time, so warped yet sublime
Vapors hissing sounds as the venum is contagious
It makes a hungry sound, makes you want it until it is voracious
Altered, I crave more destruction then I could hold
It boils through my blood until the heat melts the cold

Falling, rippling, there are waterfalls of pain
It washes into the rising tide turning into rage
A river now, violently streams on the farther eastside,
Enclosing the remaining space, it strengthens the divide
Tornadoes now turning, all climates come closer to collide
All emotions burning, there is nowhere left to hide

Nature forcing inside me, it is a new world uncovered
I dare you to come inside, and see what you can discover
However there is no key, and the walls are too high
There is no welcome matt, to wipe your feet
This is just the aftermath of who I use to be
Forever buried and trapped, I will never be free
Covered in destruction and turbulant storms that fall into rain
You destroyed all that was beautiful and turned it into pain