Wistful Winds

I wander alone through the cold empty streets

Thus I wonder where every other ghost could be

My cold, empty heart thus chills my bones

While the lonesome road

Has no pedestrians

As my empty mind has no thoughts

I wander through the streets of the Wistful Winds

My heart pounding like a stick hitting the rough concrete

As my head spins

My hopes lower

As I dare not holler in the darkness of the night

For it you scowl

Thy will only bowl

I walk along the empty boulevards of hopeless disparity,

With nothing to pull me away from my own clarities

As my mind plays music of horror

I do borrow 

A piece of Harrow

Everything around me turns pitch dark

As the pureness of dusk falls upon me

My hopes raise as my soul thus rests

As I no longer dare to hest

In the Wistful Winds

Of only hopelessness