At my door

The weather there
are cold and calm.
I need to go outside
but I don't know how.

Something is taking me here
and it's driving me insane.
I'm loosing my mind
and It's one thing to complain.

The wind is here,
knocking at my door.
I opened for him,
it was a cold sore.

He's been waiting for me
for a long time ago.
He's taking my hand
but I don't want to go.


Autor: Lucas Braga