The follow is a vision that I had listening to this song In My Arms, by Plumb. It was late at night and I don't know what could have triggered it. All I know was that the images haunted my mind. I had a break down that night and cried over the images. Finally I decided that I liked the song the next day. I still saw faint images when I would listen to it. Instead of being scared I looked at it as a story. Once I finished I felt a little better and figured that I might as well show anyone that wants to bother reading it, my vision.
Keep in mind that the woman in my vision I had seen as myself...
Tears of a Storm
A ray of light shines through a group of dark gray clouds. The view looking like the eye of a storm. Though the troubles have only begun. The rain and wind are no longer here though they will come again.
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The scene is that of sadness. Streets are flooded with trees and power lines down. A few people dare to venture out of their homes. A few dare to venture into others homes. The National Guard is everywhere. A few get to a two story home. It’s on a lonely little street where everything use to be wonderful. A happy family once owned the now destroyed home.
A man stands among the rescuers as they walk through the knee deep of water flooding the darken hallway. Branches and leafs float in the dirtied water from an open door. From the door a strong ray of light beams out into the hallway calling the men to draw closer. Upon entering they find that the welcome is not a pleasant one.
One man’s hands tremble as he falls into the pool of water he’s standing in. The sounds of him choking up fills the silence as the other men stand in a blank stare. The room’s remaining walls were once a bright yellow like the rays of the sun trying to grace the dark scene, now covered in dirt. Wall paper is torn and hangs from the wall as half a rocking chair floats next to the now balling man. Right in front of his eyes there’s half of a giant Oak tree laying where a set of giant bay windows use to be. Next to the tree is two small bodies. One being the frame of a woman’s in a white cotton evening gown now soaked. The other being of a young boy in his pjs. Both of which are floating with the sun laying against their backs. Their bodies cold and pale from the sad twist that fate had brought them.
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Rain now falls. A black SUV pulls up from behind a hearse. A man in all black runs over to the open door and grabs the front right end of a casket. The wood being painted a polished black now coated with beads of water. More men come to help with the burden. Slowly bringing the casket over to marked grave they set it down next to two holes dug in the ground. After the one is placed down the man runs back to the hearse as his throat beings to feel as through he’s being choked. This time he takes the front left of a slightly larger casket then the first. Hanging his head he weeps has he carries the weight of his world on his shoulders to the other marked grave next to the first.
There’s now more people in black. Most have hats on and hanging their heads as they all weep for the dearly departed. A man stands between the two graves with a bible in his hands. Even his eyes are filled with tears as her speaks of the ’fallen angels’.
After roses are placed on the caskets the man walks over to the first from before. With shaking arms and numb fingers he helps lower the body down. Balling he places the next one down as gently as he can. This being his final goodbye to everything he had to this world.
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It’s early in the morning and a new mother can’t help herself from staying away from the baby. Walking into the glowing room from the morning’s sunrise she heads straight to the crib. Letting her small petite arms fall over the gate she lifts up her precious ball of joy. A bright smile stretches across her face as the child is pulled tight to her chest. The baby still fast asleep as the mother walks over to a white painted rocking chair. Sitting down she lets the room fill with her enchanting voice. A soft lullaby floating into the slumbering baby’s ears as a man stands in the doorway looking into his vision of heaven. His wife’s eyes locked on their child before she feels his eyes on her. Breaking away from the baby her eyes sparkle into his as she give him a heart melting smile.
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Years have pasted and the baby has grown. Not enough to not need his mother and father. Being a young boy he finds himself slowly seeing the world for what it is. Only 10 he finds himself curled up in his mother’s lap shaking. Sitting in the white rocking chair the woman holds her son tight as heavy rain drops pound against the window’s of his room. They have nothing they can do now but wait out the storm. Her hand presses one of his ears against her chest as the other ear is covered with her free hand. Tears stream down his cheeks as the wind howls and the pitch black house creaks. His mother hold back her tears being strong for her son as well as she can. Her voice shakes as she sings her lullaby to him.
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Glass soon shatters. A harsh wind throws the broken shards into the room like daggers. As water now floods into the room the mother and her son get separated. Frantically she tries pushing herself against the wind and rushing water beating against her body like a speeding truck. The rain blinds her sight as she screams her son’s name. Hearing no response she finally get a clear sight and looks around the room. Sparks for a snapping power line light up the room and shows the water running red. Giving a horrific shriek the woman kicks into her adrenalin and fights her way to the dead boy’s body. She balls holding her ray of sunshine in her arms being too wrapped up in her sorrows to be aware of her surroundings. From outside there’s loud snaps. Soon the roof is crushes and torn apart as the Oak tree lying outside the bedroom window destroys the boy’s room and anything fragile within it.
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When the morning light comes a man finds his wife and son dead.
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This is kind of what it sounds like it is. It's different little quotes that I think of. Don't call me emo about them because I'm not and if you think that they are then your head is up your a**.
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