• i watch the bright lights.
    nervous that i maybe the next victom.
    the smell of thick smoke fills the air around, and flakes of ash fall from the sky.
    The news caster on tv repeats the same thing about 20 times.
    I want to turn it off but i cant i need to know.
    i need to know if i have lost.
    Then i wait. i tell everyone day after day there is more hope.
    But then i see the pictures.
    My home sweet home lit up with a thousand colors of heat.
    I feel tears drip down step after step down my cheaks.
    Nothing is same anymore.
    IT seems i found my bad luck charm has just began