Midnight, in the dead of winter,
nothing croaks or creaks.
The only sound the howling wind
sweeping away your dreams
and finally stealing you
when you're

Wide Awake.

Yay! Another random poem that I have no idea where it came from. Literally I don't. I was just listening to the radio, and all of a sudden, I just started writing stuff down. By the time the song was done, this is what happened. *shrugs* Oh well. Reviews are loved, the people who write them even more so.

SNO.