inside my head there is a storm and its brewing in the south but soon it will be heading north and screaming out my mouth im intoxicated and i find instead of comfort or wisdom I Find needles in my head with pain of knowledge or a time when new life may soon grow i hope and pray for frost and ice to bury it in snow god help me in this situation for i am too young to die although i hope its nothing i may soon begin to cry i do not wish death upon a life that is so new i wish that is nothing but a frequency askew
