Never did I expect the damage she'd cause.
Like a storm blowing the shutters ajar,
Making the God's cry
As their violent tears flood the streets.
They conceal the stars with a dark, reserved haze,
Demolishing everything that once was,
Like the cars that sink in with the tide,
Shattered in a way that can't be fixed.
All that is heard is the sobs of thunder,
As lighting strikes and hits a cord,
Shutting off light in the near and distant homes,
Leaving me dark in a desolate calm.
And the damage she had done throughout the night
Leaves this place with a permanent scar.
