keep moving

I hear your soul at night 

it howls like a wind in an old house

windows are your watered eyes

under command of wind they smack heavy against the wall

it echoes in a dreadful noise and in a feeling of cold 

I asked you to tag along 

selfishly you willed against

then I questioned , just

to find you resting in an ill trance

Fueled with my hope

with all of my heart I advised to my best

but you made a call

to lounge in a pain and the nerve you had

 to try 

to paint my world in your distasteful black

Alone you cry

 let us merry together, give up when you are dead