Desolate, unkempt hills of darkness,
I am here to find my way.
Through your valleys I pass,
and dead lies the day.
There runs a brook of my memories across your million crevices,
oozing in and out,
and flooding about.
Damp lies your floor and starry overhead,
the sky dances to the tune I hum.
Alone I traverse your abandoned recesses,
though sometimes I hear voices.
Voices of my mind drown me out,
drain me in,
or the other way round,
Meddling with the sound of my breath.