My Rusty Chain

The wind calls my name
And sweeps through my short hair
It talks in ways I feel are insane
And whispers secrets that stare.

Calling me inside on a whim
And taking my sleep is fine
But take but one and dawn is at a brim
And your blood and mind shall brine

Take me into a dream
Where I shall set sea into the void
And relinquish you of disease
And constantly be the one to destroy.