• you see a bird flutter away
    in the sky of pure gray
    you crouch behind the old black chair
    waiting watching for signs of fear
    the hair on the back of neck stands on end
    your chest is heaving
    your mind is thinking
    horrid things of whats to come
    here it is here it comes
    a crash here
    a light streak there
    the pit pat pit pat
    makes everything so soo terrible
    the trees shake vividly
    the whole world is being
    drowned
    no one can stop it
    theres nothing to be done
    oh no here it comes the finale blow
    and then where done
    CRASH!!!