Its a long way to the sea,
Some might say,
Its a long way to the shore.

Its a long way when the fog,
Is like mud.
The hunted, Lonely.

The big gray sky,
Clouds that never end,
Nor fade.

No sun.
No moon.
No stars.
No noise.
No silence.
No pain.
No Love.
It's a long way home.

The heart is a lonely hunter,
The eyes, sad, dismissed raindrops.
The flesh is waning.
Time is a perilous question.
The hunted, Lonely.

The soul is a single roamer.
The brain is a dreamer.
I could walk straight into the sea and be forgotten.

No God.
No Hell.
No saints.
No sinners.
No sanity.
No sleep.
Yet I dream, to dream of thee.

Wonderful Dustin! The lonely and longing voice within us all comes out in your voice

wow awesome write