I stood there alone,

thinking my hands were in yours.

But sometimes shadows can be deceiving.

I walked along the void,

confusion bridged me a pathway only towards the rear end of the rising storm.

And I let myself get carried away,

thinking I might find you there.

But I lost myself in my own burst of anguish and forlorn.

And while I was torn apart between choosing death and life,

I still felt like your hands were in mine

and perhaps that's what kept the storm sustained, never coming to an end.