Gray Horizon

Do you hear whispers in the darkness? Do you feel the moorings of reality come unhinged? Can you feel the weight pushing you down? Do the days stretch on in a never-ending struggle? I walk this barren land forever Trudging through the ash of things gone I stare into in the gray horizon Turn away in fear, frightened of the future Does no rest come when you most need it? Do you feel the acid rise deep within your being? Do you know the blinding fire of wrath? Do you live constantly haunted?