Hell Storm

This comes naturally like a storm on the rise....
The silence defines the source of my mind..
So, forgive me if my words are not kind, but I feel like the fires of hell burn
within your eyes.
The mirror reflexs my faith of distorted acres of soil breaching the surface, torn
through what brought us to be.
The flames are weightless lighting up the night moving swiftly across mounted hills...
I hold on tight for life.. my dear life as the heat surrounds me.
Smoke fills the sky reaching clouds suffocating earth.
I breathe in the toxic scent wondering why it started,but we never realize the damage we caused until its done. The sliencee defines the source of my mind, it comes naturally like a storm on the rise....Roaming to another place to call home.
Still I'm never there too long. The raindrops are falling and the wind is calling for a new day.I can't find you.... I search but your not there...you're never there... as I look up to the heavens
I ask why didn't I stop the Hell Storm...
Why didn't I stop you...Hell Storm
How could I stop the Hell Storm....