As I sit here,
On the edge of the world,
I think back.
But it's all I can do not to look back.
All those times you said you'd stay,
Stupid me, I believed you.
I have to glace over the edge,
Just a small one.
I have to admit I'm a little nervous.
I can't see anything,
There's only fog,
Just like that day...
But I can't think about that now.
This will take all of my focus,
I start my descent.
This terrain is rough,
The fog is heavy.
Dark trees twist and turn in their neverending search for light.
Huge webs shake with the weight of the spider's anticipation as I pass.
But I won't be the victim anymore.
No, this is my home now.
I have become the predator.
After all, these are The Bad Lands....
Came up with this in the car on the way to Vegas. We were driving through some lava flows, and it reminded me of the Bad Lands, the most famous lava flow in New Mexico, and, consequently, my favorite place to go camping. ^^