The wind of darkness blew through my soul
with a strong madness won't let me go.
I feel so weak, by body is fainting
empty and blured up like an old painting.
I'm searching for escape, for the light of peace
but I find nothing but the cold ground's crease.
I will stay here and be the angel of madness
all twisted up with with the wind of darkness.
Ivana Jocic
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-of-darknes/
