Pink Lightning

It was completely silent, in my glass house. When a crash came through to my ears, like the sound of stones in a quarry of thunder. Lightning struck, and my vision was pink.There was a melteallic sound, that of metal I think. And then a bang from the crash of the door, and my feet slipped out and I was on the floor. As I look up, I saw the figure, who would end the life of my dishonest mind. His axe was sharp, and it cut me deep, but alas!this was the tool that awakend my sleep.