Wind

Can you hear it? The urgent whispers in the wind?
Calling me ever closer to the slippery edge...
Am I truly guilty of all the allegations they allege?
Maybe my mind is leaving me like it did before..
While I was gone I got the gun out of the drawer...
I try to stop them but they won't leave...
These dirty thoughts are hard to conceive...
Again the whispers call from the wind...
And to insanity I will ascend...