The whirlwind it pulls
 This skin around my bones
Twisting my weak corpse
Crippling my body 
Drowning all my thoughts
Erasing the torment 
That you left in my mind
I can freely drift
Into the clear sea
Through an  inhalation 
Smoke beneath my wings
Where time dissipates
So I soar as a dove
Under the morning sun
And live on white clouds
In a lovely whirlwind 
Of prophesied demise