THE STORM
Haunted, trapped, and darkened by a self-made storm as per your discernment, I couldn't fill the void in my chest. In a world of gruels and turmoil, I found you all. From a chaotic head blasting an eerie sound of bleakness, I fell into the black hole. With a strong desire to exist, I wrecked havoc in the city to grasp my own definition of breathe. So, I'd beshrew anyone who is untrue and deceitful in my way. I'd destroy hostility and make bend my enemies in the city. I would make my own catastrophe, like how I severely draw on massive tragedy. I will induce great damage 'til it spawned sufferings in the town because I now feel like I am a big world of disaster. I am the true heir of madness, The reborn word of rebellion, I am those whoever made me who I am. I'm all your thunder, your whirlwind, cyclone, and hurricane. A BIG STORM.













