I'm so tired.
Not quite sure how much lift I have left in my eyes.
Everything aches as another day crumbles down from the fire lined mountains. I'm scared I'll leave something important behind and never be able to return to find it, it'll be lost under the ashes.
My limbs won't work to dig and the last rider North will be too far into the dying pines to hear my calls above the thunder.
On the morning after the long night all three black dogs are back, circling my words, they carry my name in their jaws, dripping blood into the burnt ground around my body.
I know it's all just an extension of why I try to write it down. It's the only thing that stood beside me for any length of time, but is it all that I am ?
Not quite sure how much lift I have left in my eyes.
Everything aches as another day crumbles down from the fire lined mountains. I'm scared I'll leave something important behind and never be able to return to find it, it'll be lost under the ashes.
My limbs won't work to dig and the last rider North will be too far into the dying pines to hear my calls above the thunder.
On the morning after the long night all three black dogs are back, circling my words, they carry my name in their jaws, dripping blood into the burnt ground around my body.
I know it's all just an extension of why I try to write it down. It's the only thing that stood beside me for any length of time, but is it all that I am ?