IRC-Galleria

My insides all turn to ash,
So slow.
And blow away as I collapsed,
So cold.
A black wind took them away,
From sight.
and held the darkness over day,
That night.
And the clouds above move closer,
Looking so dissatisfied.
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing.
I used to be my own protection,
But not now.
'Cause my path has lost direction,
Somehow.