McGregor

There has to be a wind against me.

Don’t let me drain!

The life of my blood must be struck!

Slip away to the dredges of pages.

I will not slip away!

Come, please, take it.

The cold rain has not dampened me.

Step by step.

Begging by my will please succeed me!!

Please please come strike me in the day light.

Wipe me from this place!!!

If it hurts…

It will hurt just fine.