The Storm Inside

The night is cold
Thunder storms
Lightning flashes in the sky
Illuminating her tear streaked face
Another strike and sparks fly outside
They light up the sky and she cries
Crimson drips down
Falling silently as her tears
The blade lies in her hand
She closes her eyes
And it clatters to the floor
The rain falls softly
The thunder ceases to crash
Lightning, no longer there
Peace in the death of another innocent soul