Drowned

As I walk back, all my mind thinks about is taking step by step by step.

Closer and nearer                             Nearer and closer.

Back to there. That place.

Where lies tremble with fear and truth is like hell. There is nothing I can do, to make truths and lies safe again.

I long to be cradled with soft hands, stroking me with love and care. I long to feel the warmth of your hugging skin if I dare. The tender touch you used to give, when you wore your heart on your sleeve.

Pink blossoms used to grow from the root of my soul. Now only brown black leaves,

Fall.

Pulling that falme out of my bag, It burns through my hand right through to the dark depths of my mind.

Everything numbs.

All I can ask myself is: What am i doing?