By the bed, I saw the storms
that disasters never devastating,
My mind always strays to events
I had dreamed of tempests exacerbating.
With such a passion for rotating,
All my soul within me abating.
I threw my hope upon the floor,
When saw death in the door.
My soul within me clasping,
Affecting and effecting my doomsday.
It was halfway to gasping -
My mind always strays to milestones
Back into my memories tilting,
Death shall bring insurrections.
With such a passion for wilting -
My mind always needs correction.
Death shall bring release -
It threw its ghost against my madness.
And this gyre never quiesce,
I could not awaken - my storm, my sadness.