I could feel the wind chasing me
Creeping slowly behind me
Whispering its song in my ear
No longer able to comprehend my fear
Seeping into my skin
The stories un-rail
My tears are bleeding
Slowly degrading
The wind sings it song
The gentle tune
Of those of my longing
To be heard
To be helped
The wind grabs me
Wraps its strong grip around me
Throws me around
I hear the tune
I know its coming
The bottles are tipped over
I can hear the screams
I hear the walls beating over me
I feel the winds raft engulfing me
