Far from home on a road unknown. Where the vultures circle on winds that blow. From northern skies that haunt these waking moments. . On shadows cast by the mountain range.
Suffering from something we're not sure of. In a world there is no cure for. These lives we live test negative for happiness. . Flat line, no pulse but eyes open.
This night will fall like any other. Daylight subsides and shadows crawl. Out from under black corners. Hiding something stirs. . All so restless. Cracked windows open wide.