The winds blow viciously while I sit motionless on the cold wooden deck
I'm alone with a ghost of evil breathing down my neck
it's a minute past hour
I've been waiting for hours
only for death to conceal in me
I been walking in hatred since the beginning
the only man-made feeling without ending
I've been having flashbacks of the time I wasted
The moments that led to permanent devastation
the winds too soon to speak whispers your time has come
But I'm not ready to die my legacy has yet begun
I'm living with a ghost of evil
I decided to join the winds of dying souls for its too late to run