The sunset before the storm,
is eeriely quiet.
Dousing the sky,
with orange and violet.

I look on the T.V screen,
and see the nervous-causing warnings
and meteorologists saying,
it will be done the next morning.

As I lay in my bed,
trying to sleep.
All i see in my head,
are people who weap.

When I wake up,
to a sea of the dead
all i can think is where we should live instead.