Nihilism in Anchor Point

In Anchor Point where the wild winds blow. At a Raven house,

the shadows grow. A B&B stay, but peace I can't find. Psychological chaos grips

my mind. Nihilism whispers in the Alaskan air.

A heavy blanket of cold despair. Aggression and intensity, a fire within like the inmates

in Oz, where do I begin? The TV flickers a late night

show. The boy who knew too much, secrets they sow. A sense of

knowing, a burden to bear. Like Anastasia, lost in times

of lay you dare, air. Nihilism whispers in the Alaskan air.