Where is the help when the howling begins
no one is there to stop it
I sit and stare into the nothingness
hoping for a glimpse of clarity
in this madness around me

I raise my voice to scream out loud
but nothing can be heard
only a whimpering cry eludes my throat
before it closes and cramps my feeble
attempts to speak out my fears

water pours from the heavens above
and soak me to the core
numb from weakness I feel nothing
soaring winds hold me up
when all I want is to lay down

for once could something turn out right?
I wonder who the trickster is
Leaving me here abandonned and broken
helpless without defenses
longing for something, anything

Crumbling, spinning, turning
In a desperate act I close my eyes
to stop the world from crashing down
all goes dark and quite
and the silence tear at me all the same

From nothing to nothing
is this how it is supposed to be?
From the beginning to the end
I have fought this battle alone

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Niuran, in the year 195 MA.