• A coma silently induced
    Why have we been reduced
    To a simple storm
    Behind raging eyes

    Just a thought
    Not a spoken word
    Too loud
    I cannot be heard

    I feel the day coming
    The one I so dread
    When the skies rain blood
    And our world dangles on a thread

    This lightning flashes across our darkened roofs
    Messengers ride swiftly on already dired hooves
    To tell us a fate
    One we already knew

    When the final bell tolls
    And there is no one left to blame
    Who will handle our forsaken souls?