|James Michael Coray - "Isabel"|
off in distance I hear a dog crying, his master wont feed him hes beating again. two in the morning and I cant fall asleep, brain wont shut down and I cant go to bed. go out for a smoke and watch the sky thinking about my life again, I hit a big dead end.
where is the storm, how many homes will it take, how many lives will it destroy.
I take a drag from my cigarette, flick the ash to ground, wondering where innocence went, where has it gone, can it found. I wonder back to my hotel room, turn the TV on, to watch the world again, to see which war is on.
I dont know if she can hit her target ?
I dont know when she will strike ?
I dont know if you will be alive ?
millions of homes with out power, a lady on the sea, a gathering storm named isabel showing no fear and no mercy. isabel flooded my land tonight. a kind of strange revenge. a way that nature can punish without our question, without our suspect.
off in the distance I hear mommy crying, her son was killed in the war, beloved son shall live no more. five a.m. I turn on the tube. bad news, bad news, bloody war, hinting storm. isabel leaving darkness in her path. cant find her target, cant place her wrath.