The Storm

Nothing new... In the eye of the storm, But watch closely... As the elements swarm; Final judgment... In the eyes that hold, Calling on Death for duty, As the warning bells toll... Shrieking through damaged alleys... Ringing what’s left of living ears, Further driving home the loss... Just trying to wait out our childish fears! Hunkered down, and hiding fast... From the inevitable that’s peering on, Souls are wandering from bodies scared stiff; Although their lives seem far from gone... The storm has passed, But what happens next? A world washed clean... Or is it God’s iron fist? None of these questions seem of concern... In the wake of disaster; What’s left of the survivors wander mad, Like zombies in search of their master... The world’s gone gray, Well on it’s way to black... Streets are lined with broken spirits, As the storm starts breaking back. The next few moments feel as though forever, Lined with last minute prayers and horrid screams; The darkness stretched across the horizon... Like a fixation armed with nightmarish dreams. A world pushing down our throats, Choking the soul from life... Until we’re all just empty shells, Free of love, hope, and strife. Surrounded by devastation... And the lives left torn; Does anyone have the remedy... To calm this illing storm?