i’m lost inside this thunderstorm
no calm before the storm
the rain my blackened bridal veil
i stole from happy times
if only you were here with me
to hold my hand at night
through darkness when the power’s out
and sans the light of fire
to comfort you is the only means
of comforting myself
for when i’m strong without my love
it’s really quite a feat
at least i have the lightning here
to guide me on my path
a beacon through the thick and swirling
mass of black decay