Through her storm

  • The power flickers off and on, pulsating away ,while the sound of thunder is not at bay...

    All I hear is the sound of thunder and heavy nothing else.

    My love, who is sleeping so tight... , I wonder how she could sleep tonight!..

    The storms flashing light comes to meet my eyes , watering the flowers dead, no surprise there..

    Forget my whole garden I worked so hard on during the spring, now in the distance I hear some bells ring..

    The church people swinging over the storm echoing through and to the sky...

    I ask myself why?!?.. How is she sleeping through all this noise....?

    I hope the dream she is having is one she enjoys, hell this insane...

    I lay here and wait to hear silence, but the storm 's bark becomes more then a bite..

    It rips the roof right off my house, with all my might, I'm holding her and I both so tight..

    Holding on to the life that will soon be stripped away....

    By tomorrow, tonight should be my last day...

    If anyone shall find us please note this was not our fault...

    But blame the witchcraft and the occult.., We bitched, and we bled...

    For everything , I am sorry for what I've said..

    Finally all odds ended the need for a goodbye note, the storm ceased with ease...

    Letting us call to our bed, I hit my head but nothing too painful out loud I said...

    The next morning I've woke up, I have gone mad... My eyes blackened , and shuttering as if I haven't been to sleep for days... Where is she? Is she gone , a shoe box I found... I ask myself what I have done... At least I can hold her hand for ever because whoever or whatever killed her left her hand for me.......I won't rule anything out.. Instead of the police I'll figure it out... I don't wanna go to prison for this even if I did.... The awful deed I may have did... I'll run and I'll be hid... The body is gone and quite as if I did this asleep, the same stormy night.