Positive/Negative

The Lighting has Found Me
This Anguished Rush Pours Through
Where is the Storm? Why Just This?
Touched like the Hand of Death
Yet..Blown upon the Neck
The Compression Turns to Pops and Hisses
Light Dancing Over Synapse
Burnt, Scorched and Ashen
I am This
A ground I seem to Lack
A shock so Heavy it Shears Hope
A Bolt, Static Charged and Latent
It seems I am the Storm