the Storm before the Calm

drink up. drink up the anger swelling in those eyes. the lack of will power to swallow Reality. helpless or powerless seem to be thin shades of the same thing. dealing with it. the frustration of not knowing what is going on, but just enough to know all is not Well. thirst for blood blinds, but it's not just the blood lust. cloudy judgment from criss-crossed wiring wreaks havoc and confusion into an already bewildering madness. the storm must pass through before there can be clear skies. survive the storm first. will it blow in new beginnings and clear out the Dirty Mess? only time will tell. but not now.