The Strom

His step was loud and strong
As he brought a storm into my room
He sent bobs of lighting to my head
As it pour blood down my face
He kicks thunder to my ribs
As I heard them crackle and break
Like and old pine tree in a force wind
I fell to the ground praying for this storm to end
God must had heard my prays
Cuz his step faded away
As I gasp for wind
I set there laying knowing my days were coming to in end
I once read in a book the good die young
I was born wit 9 lives
Thus I survive my 10 one
As the gun was set to my head
I wanted to be know that I was the killer that once said
Till sun sit till day fall
I’m the kid that dream of the day I fled
Wit this force of my pointer finger
Daddy you’re the reason your I’m dead

The Strom

Alyssamstrick

Jonesboro, United States

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