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The Wind
I hate this screaming,
this wind that is screaming on in.
Terrifying me and I cannot sleep.
I am to afraid of this noise,
thus I will try to stay awake tonight.
Shes seems so Angry now,
so scorn and frigid.
Bitter as a lime
and as infinite as time,
calling to something unseen.
From Screeching and howling,
to Banging and smashing
all in her path,
all on her time,
as she rolls on in.
Biting all who do stare,
a wave of force, behold!
Taking and not giving,
staying and not leaving.
Until she calms her very soul.
Thus, I cannot tame my heart this night
and the air has turned so heavy down.
My lungs are gasping,
not finding any,
as my fear is spun around.
Why are you here?
So I would not sleep tonight?,
I can feel you pounding
through these old walls,
with rage you furiously bite.
This fear that will not leave (nor take me)
is as real as the sky.
But it came from underneath.
Derived from hell, I hear the toll of the bell,
as she blows by...
I hate this screaming,
this wind that is screaming on in.
The fear cuts into my bones
and makes me feel so alone,
as she calls my name on in.
