Before the Storm

I love the light before the storm comes

The dim

The almost sepia tone

That calls to me

I love the light before the storm comes

My electric refuge

My turbulent home

I love the light before the storm comes

When you can feel it

Like a chill on your skin

When summer gives in

And releases

I love the light before the storm comes

Like a kiss

A brushing of lips

Like hands pulling away

I love the light before the storm comes

For I belong

Song of Cera

Give me me my fair share of emotion

Let it pump through my veins

Like a drug

Let the heady bouquet

Of adrenaline

Course through me

Until I become

A fighter

A warrior

In control in the madness

Let the world fall silent

Until I can hear blood

Rushing in my ears

And I can grasp at

The burning inside

The beating heart of rage

Then flip the coin

As simple as the movement

Of you wrist

And gently place me

In the role of peacemaker

I am a diplomat with a wicked tongue

As fast as you need me to become

I will play the role with ease

Only moments after

I was ready to destroy

And I will fall asleep to the sounds

Of my childhood

Fear and Loathing playing

Like a lullaby

And punk rock blasting through

My bedroom wall

And I will dream that I am a God

Of Chaos and Peace