The coming storm

The  horizon is a varied shade of yellow, orange, and burning red
humid, it sweats your pores dry
For the feeling of hell is overshadowed your shadow
Concrete breaking beneath your weakened knees

For this surely is your bitter end?
It's just the beginning of a long drawn out plan
To mess with your mind and to make your mind shriek
For now shelter is what you've surcomb to seek

A charcoal blackened sky appears over the hills
Lighting striking down to the innocent earth
Sparking wicked fires to burn the sinners
Jaw dropping chaos consumes from all around

Still incoherent a white light flashes before your dazed eyes
CLAP! the thunder awakens you from your stupor
A way to escape is a must
For your escape will be a bust

Left to wander coherently through the burning flesh
Feeling all the hot ash of earth between your withering feet
For what is this toll that has been cast upon me
No one surely knows my answers

Water I must find to survive
There is nothing in sight except gallons of badly burned blood
Unbearable are the burning corpses
Pungent smell of death wraps its smell around my face

Carrying on isn't a question
Suddenly the charcoal sky is blue
For why is this, I must be dreaming
For it was just a flash of light I was seeing

Forever lost to wander about little thoughts
About yesterday, today, and tomorrow I almost became lost
In the powers of the charcoal sky
Never living life and just standing by