Shallow
Dragging his shadow into the wilderness His thirst grew stronger and stronger. The veins of his arms filled up with her scent His tortured body aching with every move He turned to look at the house one last time The windows covered in memories What should have been minutes seemed to go on for ever? The sleeve of his jacket covered in red stains What will I do? These thoughts filling his mind Walking past snow covered pine trees A happy occasion for most Silence biting through him His eyes widen with every move The sky so clear Blue crystals hanging on the trees reflecting his identity Masked by a hat and scarf wine and yellow lines patterned on them Crying nature roaring out to one another Messengers of the wild His heart felt the dagger Isolation brought sadness As he leaned against the road...