Harrowing Winds

Lost in the translation of these whispers
Spinning around in my head in a vicious circle
It’s all I hear, it’s all I see
Telling me everyone is my enemy

Dissolving the passion that runs through my veins
With every passing hour my identity divides and regroups
Thoughts carry through distressed trails
Diffusing into a doleful calm

I sense the hatred has finally consumed me
Drifting in the still smoke that clouds this dim lit room
A thick film that coats these dirty lenses
Shaping an atmosphere of discontentment and spite

Through the fog a distant shadow awaits
Foretelling the harrowing winds to come
Lost in the translation of these whispers
Spinning around in my head in a vicious circle
It’s all I hear, it’s all I see