Death has fallen over the land

A field of once blooming roses, dead

Lost limbs spread throughout from where I stand

Sky tainted with crimson red

Aimlessly searching

Never discovering

Lost in a realm of disillusions

Wandering about in a rotten grave of bones

Mind jobbled in mass confusion

Longing for a companion to trade tones

Im quickly losing my sanity

Screaming to the top of my lungs

A sound makes way into my ear

I bite my tounge

An image manifests in from of me

Finally someone to talk to

Laugh with

Our hands touch

The image dissipates

A mirage.