As the storm sets in, and the sky cracks open..imagine a mouth around the horizon, hungry and starved
Flashing its teeth at the rhythm of the thunder, dancing with lightning to an awful songDrizzling saliva as it prepares to devour..the prey that lies beneath it, in its stomach theres a growlPosted like an owl, watching silently at the quarrel, hoping it goes wrong and the situation turns sourHis name....is DEATHAnd his belly is grey, a cloud craving souls with a tall glass of rainBut not just any rain, he has a strong taste for pain mixed with tears thats produced by the mourning of the slainAll of us are prey...were not guarunteed tomorrowIt was blue skies yesterday, but today it is scarlettSo many lives lost, people gone but not forgotten.. and nobody is safe, anyone could be a targetI believe that blood sheds just as much as bloods red, an evident fact..damn shame...enough saidThese scarlett raindrops..they dont never seem to end,So much hate here on earth..and not enough love spread