texts from last night

from behind the shining windows

did you see the storm

a mouth of thunder teeth all glaring

at the flesh and how its torn

Roaring winds keep chanting horrors

whistling brittle doubts

Trees fall uprooted in the bloody battle
under clouds of lead and dark

as all animals stay hidden in the ground
petrified from hellish sound
the fears keep chasing like a game
every piece of sanity
left in my brain
more fierce than the storm itself
the growing beast of discontent
raging trapped inside my skull
binding down my every nerve
all the torment hides behind
the innocence of two brown eyes
shinning windows to the world
deep and dark
so it sees nothing in return