Something In The Storm

There is something in the storm

It is looking back to me

I reckon it’s got blood on its eyes

A wicked urge to make me bleed

It wants to carve its fangs on my hide

When it comes it's time to feed

There is something in the storm

It is coming after me

It’s got my scent up its nose

The strong perfume of fear

Rushing down the road

And it's getting near

There is something in the storm

There is something in the storm

I'm turning all the keys in the locks

Blowing every candle at home

Covering the windows with planks

Waiting for it to be gone

There is something in the storm

Getting closer as I blink

It’s starting to mess with my mind

I'm trembling under the sheets

I'm looking for a place to hide

And now I start to creep

There is something in the storm

There is something in the storm

Hid myself under the bed

A shiver runs now through my bones

I wonder, now I'm holding the knife

Will it leave me alone?

It wants my hide

It wants my mind

It wants my hope

(Cumulonimbus)

(Cumulonimbus)

(Cumulonimbus)

(Cumulonimbus)

(As the wind starts to stir

Skies sheeted in gray fur

Foreseen was the birds uproar

It has put the seas in motion

In great hunger was the Ocean

Whom had now consumed the shore

Leafless trees wither and screech

You can hear their rabid speech

Bringing back the days of yore

Now Earth and Sky are warring

And the raindrops that are falling

Are the bullets in this war

And the hot cut of the lightning

For just a moment brightening

And leaving scars across the floor

Thunders galloping in the distance

Coming faster than an instant

They are begging for more