Whispering winds gently
Sway the blazes of irony
In which I created this sanctuary.

Darkness looms in each and every
Step that you take while I watch
From my perch in which you cannot see.

The color has been washed away
By the greys of my inner soul.
Dare to believe the Lord is the savior.

The howling you hear is my voice,
A voice that has sucked the lives
Of many that have come before you.

Your destination is a short one,
A trip that has only one outcome.
A visitation to the one and only Lord.