I feel so strange, Indescribable, this feeling is Wonderful and horrible, It's agony and it's bliss. On the verge of tears, But with laughter bubbling up, It's all so chaotic and senseless,
Huddled underneath the covers, I don't want to leave the warm sanctuary, Of my bed; which is so inviting, When compared to the harsh cold of the floor.
The ground is cracked and dry, And the air shimmers from the heat. Ashes fill the sky, And fall down to rest by my weary feet. My mouth is filled with dust, And my throat is dry as the ground.
