Storm

Naked poles of sounds
Thunder woth curses of the day
Pierced by the cry
Leveled with the night
Fireing clouds rave in fever
The sharp features of light
Tear the shroud of the world
In convulsion the heaven dies
Cut in half
Dripping with blood
Twining in pain
Filled up with the crying horning
Lets out every drop
Of the bitter metaphisics
Of the cheap false I'm drowning
Inside the soaking wet ground
My heads sink
In the deliric shivers of heaven
I'm yearn life