Into the howling of the storm,
The echoes of a dark past,
The breaking of day,
The blood-warm memories,
The icy wind piercing at your side,
The becoming, the drain.
The movement, into the howling storm.
With control, with content, the slipping into darkness,
Into oblivion and existential angst.
The price of knowing, of knowledge,
The refusal not to see.
The reality others ignore,
The way it goes,
The meaningless words,
My goal, and determination.
To keep me company,
As I walk, laughing, into the howling storm.