It's not the wind

Une autre zik de polo.
                                                                                           It's not the wind

There is a thing
Around the house
You can hear his growling
As far as the clouds

He breathes as the wind blows & whistles
To live he steals souls

Under my bed some animals are hiding
They don't want to die in an ugly machine

People think it's a legend & go out to met the wind
And they never come back
Arms & legs of parents, & friends of mine as appetizer
The thing wants a meal
I wish I could kill
You monster.