The day has a blackish tint all around.
You cant see or hear any sound.
The sky is getting darker every hour.
A storm is brewing just not a shower.
It hitting every thing it path.
The fierce power showing its wrath.
It destroying everything in life.
Just like a heart being pierced with a knife.
Soon all love of life will cease.
Nothing left of a heart but a piece.
Something so fragile and so small.
It is the sign of ending of it all.