Needless Things: Eater of the Eye of the Storm

"Beware the calm that follows lightning—some storms feed on silence." In the heart of the roaring spiral,   where thunder learns to breathe, There dwells a silent devourer   that feasts on what we believe.

They call it the Eater of the Eye—   a hunger shaped like calm, It waits within the stillness,   a serpent coiled in psalm.

While winds tear worlds to pieces,   it drinks the quiet core, Consuming every moment   we swore we’d fight for more.

It does not crave destruction—   it only eats the pause, The breath between the lightning strikes,   the silence between the laws.

Beware the eye within the storm,   the place that feels like peace, For there, the Eater waits in grace   to make your surrender sweet.

And once you taste that perfect calm,   you’ll never feel the rain— For the Eater of the Eye of the Storm   will swallow all your pain. NNN