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..