Wasteland

The Land is dark
filled with death.
Greyness covets the
sky.
Barren, Rugged, isolated
a shadows wasteland.

Canyons separates
the dark cold cracked land.
It runs deep like a cut
through my heart.
Ravens sit there laughing
at me.

Nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
everywhere i go
they're in my mind.

Feelings of grief
feelings of death
everything I feel
feels weaker than
the next.

Running in circles
trying to find my way out.
The sky turning black.
the ground breaking
beneath me.

My hands cover my ears
for the screams are
to much to bare.
Nails on a chalk board
is what they do
over and over
until insanity brakes me.

Alone in this barren,
isolated, rugged wasteland.
Blood runs bold.
Death soon knocks
on my door.