Hurricane

I see high winds that are blasting the trees upside down, like a centipede about to strike with poisonous voltage. My life is that way sometimes. It's like I see through an open window shattered pieces of my heart broken up on the ground. I hear sirens coming, like there is no time left for me, because I'm dying, from a hurricane breeze that shot through me like a speeding bullet. It's my blood on your hands, and my soul on the verge of eternal flames. My light is almost burned out, and the Lord almighty must come and save my soul for a year and a decade, for I have been living in sin, on my brain, thoughts are forming through the minds of the tyrants.