Wind

Can you hear it? The urgent whispers in the wind? Calling me ever closer to the slippery edge... Am I truly guilty of all the allegations they allege? Maybe my mind is leaving me like it did before.. While I was gone I got the gun out of the drawer... I try to stop but it won't leave... These dirty thoughts are hard to conceive... Again the whispers call from the wind... And to insanity I will ascend...