Boy made of thunder and thorns

He is the way my heart feels when it's breaking when all is lost.
He is the strong smell of revenge and the way barbed wire cuts skin.
He is the way the villain always wins and yet never does.
He is a thunderstorm and the quiet after, the silent stare when he is mad.
He is the way my tears never stop falling after I hit my head.
He is the way heartbreak never really goes away and the way fear can grip your soul.
He is the snake that tricks you in with its beauty but then kills when you are not watching.
He is the way a bee stings and yet hurts more than you do.
He is the way freezing rain kills the ground and kills me as well.
He is the way nightmares come to life and your scared to walk in the dark.
He is the shadows that line your bedroom walls and leap at you.
He is your worst nightmare and mine too.