'cause of the storm
nobody’s home
they’re all gone
They hide in light, bright
of their shelter rooms
longing home
And the cats
are screaming in the yards
empty bowls
empty holes here in the lawns
shovels just lying there
in trace of paws
It was so hard to see
all so bright and for real
the storm did light up
and peoples eyes
were looking, looking, looking!
Now, the unknown and the fright
are havens to land
I gladly take Belmonts whip in my hand
Cloud of warmth
vibrating thing
is stired up by a wing
ticking cars and ozing bars
Sunstorm blinds and shrinks
all the blood to the skin
now all is drained within
I take the whip and I use it
i fight my way through the darkness