come one come all too the hellhole of a mind!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.”

DAY ONE..? I THINK i can hear it, the staic noise. it comes closer by every moment, the nagging wind does nothing to help the cold that swells deep. i dont know how much longer i can take it, its so loud.