The Wind
The wind, it whispers willful words/
The most morose I've ever heard/
It brings its blackness to the brain/
And drives the mind out from the sane/
Demons screaming in the wind/
Can you hear their voices?
Don't let them in/
They'll invade you,
and slay you
from within/
So just try to ignore
your crawling skin/
If they see you,
they'll bleed you,
It's nature's whim,
So just wade where the wind
won't be let in/
The wind, it whines to the weakly willed,
Those akin to the kind it's killed/
Deriving darkness from the depths,
Of the failed who tried their best/
feeding on the weary parts/
Of a lonely human's heart/
Finding pain they hold within/
Every time they feel the wind/
Demons screaming in the wind/
Can you hear their voices?
Don't let them in/
They'll invade you,
and slay you
from within/
So just try to ignore
your crawling skin/
If they see you,
they'll bleed you,
It's nature's whim,
So just wade where the wind
won't be let in/
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