Turning.
Churning...

I met you in a chatroom,
As silly as that sounds...

As I lay on my bed
And fight off my oncoming dread...

I continue to sit here at my desk,
Writing my last few words...

Watch me bleed.
Watch me cry...

I am feeling an immense pain
Which, in my mind, is like the rain...

In a town far, far away,
a place where no one wants to stay...

Please just don't pack up and go,
Please don't turn and walk away...

I look at my grief.
The pain causes so much hurt...

The vehicles pull up to the small town
And the commander looks at it with a frown...

I know you're mad,
I know you're pissed...

A strange wind blows through the trees,
A strange wind that is not here to please...