Death by Packs

The wind tears and swallos,
Deep with my dream
Against my hollow heart
Attacked by the unseen.
I lean to and fro,
Wishing as a may.
Lashed by words to go,
Hoping not to stay.
All the while my heart prays,
Keeping life a daze.
Part of me dies,
Laying out the stakes.
Fake I might seem,
Knowing night to well.
As I pay my way to hell.