Lost in a wistful wasteland.

The Wind is howling stop.

Don't leave- Don't go- A voice says 

I'm at my final step.

Feeling as the Sky, so grey.

Plunging into my life.

Alone? No the voice is here,

Making me feel I'm safe.

Reality or this World?

The voices ask of me.

My response- does it matter?

Land of insanity.