I'm lost within my own dark mind,
I've left the safety and light far behind.
I'm lost in the woods of my imagination,
In this land of terrific devastation.
Putting together clues like pieces
Of a million part puzzle,
Looking for shreds of quiet peace
And I think I'm in trouble.
Raindrops fall on my muddled head
As mud announces my every tread,
I'm walking blindly through the storm
Who said Hell has to be warm?
Winter has come, Winter is here.
Neither sky nor mind are ever clear.
I'm a shivering wreck of what I used to be,
But what that was, not even I can see.