I see lightning
Yet no sound of that pleasing thunder
It was storming
Yet no flood, nothing in every corner
Tell me, is this a beautiful nightmare?
Can I dance on the street?
Play with the wind to scare-
Life and walk with my feet
With the flying roofs
That cuts deep into the skin
With the falling trees
That can squash me within
What a beautiful place
With those broken glasses
Excitement not scarce
Wanting to break in pieces
Storm, storm in my head
Pretty smile from Death
Rain, rain around the dead
Warmth of its sweet breath
Whispering in my ear
"You'll be with us soon my dear"
