Tongues and needles.

Silently wandering.
This place could be heaven.

Stepping stones littered upon a burning land, casting shadows where there is no sun. The burnt limbs of dead trees creek eerie tunes in a poisonous wind. Boulders placed upon boulders, laugh at me from the other side. Grime encrusted mouths flap with disdain, telling me that I'll never find paradise with those heavy feet of yours. Everything around me shakes and breaks, unwinding at its fragile seams, unfolding like a budding seed.

Cry, cry, cry, whine, whine, whine.
One day I will die and leave nothing behind..

Into The Dark.

Confusion lingers and mottles my thoughts.
I'm not sure that I like this anymore.
I'm not sure that I want anyone to know me.

What if I walk into the mountains and never come back?