Begging

There is a place where the winds cross themselves. Lost in the corner, I weep forever, begging.

This is a place where I have never been. Yet in a soul's corner I weep forever, begging to return.

My tears fall blind on the figure that stands. Above me he holds a clockwork chime and my year soaked blanket folds.

This is a place where I have always been. Yet in a soul's corner I weep forever, begging to return.

There is a place where the winds cross my heart. Found in the corner, I weep forever, begging.