Petrichor

I can’t breathe
I’m stationary
Melancholy
Ordinary
Spoken as a whisper
Forgotten even quicker
Tearing at my chest
I can’t breathe

Seeing the world through the haze of a cloud
Heavy, lost within the rain
Preparing, preparing to fall
I must face the wind and become the storm

I can’t breathe
I’m stationary
Melancholy
Ordinary
Spoken as a whisper
Forgotten even quicker
Tearing at my chest
I can’t breathe

A tempest swirls variations of blue
This cyclone howling ghosts of a tune
A deluge, a deluge will come
It will wash away all that I’ve done

I can’t breathe
I’m stationary
Melancholy
Ordinary
Spoken as a whisper
Forgotten even quicker
Face the wind
Become the storm
I am the storm
I am the storm
Breathe with me
The storm
The storm
Scream with me