bloody hell

I'm watching heroes
and all of a sudden, I notice,
through the blinds of my window,
the reddish painting of god
that's supposed to be an evening landscape.
It's been snowing all day long
and now everything is
trapped under a blanket of matte
diamonds. their time is done.
they'll never shine again.
the bleeding sky could make your veins freeze.
it's nature's last call, of death,
as Hell is taking over.
there are monsters under my bed.