Hurricane

I look through the eye of a hurricane.
I see the places it touches,
bringing only destruction.
I look through the eye of the hurricane.
I hear only the rustling of a thousand leaves,
and the wind howling by.
I look through the eye of the hurricane.
I feel death in my lungs,
something every hurricane wishes to put upon us.
I look through the eye of the hurricane.
I taste expectations,
Everyone waiting for the next weather report, hoping for good news.
I look through the eye of the hurricane
I smell death and decay,
for a hurricane is one who contains no good.