Truth of Cold Wind

A cold wind lets me know

That I have nowhere to go,

Nowhere to run

And the pain has just begun.

A tumble of clouds

Remember me there are no gods

To watch over my shoulder,

The day is getting colder

Deprived of warm of sun,

Faith stands as a pointed gun

To the back of my head,

Wants me neither alive, nor dead;

Just to live with that fear,

That is so far, but seems so near.

A cold wind lets me feel

That dreams are dreams,

They are not real.