In a struggle with this inner turmoil,
Thunder in my head resounds.
The pain it rages with my heartbeat,
No one there to hear the sounds.
Fingers grip my hair and pull,
Waiting praying for some silence,
In every storm there comes a lull.
Wild passion waves crash over me,
Biting scratching nails are digging,
A different pain will set me free.
Wringing hands and biting lip,
Tearing all my clothes asunder,
Begging life give me a sip.
Before at last I rest in peace,
Exhausted now the floor embraces,
Tearful smiles welcome release
