The feeling of regret
Coincide with the feeling of death.
The feeling itches closer and closer
With every single breath.

The howling winds
Cover my screams.
Bed drenched in sweat,
As I awake from my dreams.

Lighting strikes,
Thunder roars;
Not just outside,
But behind my door.

Rain pounds the window,
Bringing everyone into the hall,
Or was it the sound of my body,
Swaying against the wall?