sun went down on me

i wont go back to the past
cos all thats left is tears
but yet the road ahead appears shroded in mist
its dark cold and daunting
and i'm not sure if i wanna go on
my feet are rooted to the ground
i wish it would just open up
and swollow me whole.

emotions,
as vague as a flower enshrouded in fog
as intangible as an image reflected in the water

and the tongue is the most vicious weapon

words spread like wild fire

blazing across the arid dry land