And I can't see for the blinding power of the screaming
Tears of blood
Twisted knots that strangle the words
Fog filled forests that I stumble through endlessly
The echos of the thunder as it slaps the earth
The wooden gasps in the darkness under my feet
Hands reaching out & vanishing into the mist filled nothingness
I had a soul, it fell to the wayside
Skin on fire
I wish I got the fog filled forests.
I get a desolate rocky flat misty wasteland :(
I like the way this describes a place all sufferers go. The scenery may be different for each person, but the feeling is very much the same.