the fog.....

the fog is dense
as the shades of grey shift about
the shadows are alive
and they're after me
i run and hide
but i'm going around in cricles
i keep coming back to where i started
to the place where everthing begins
to the place of my life
home is where it once used to be
now its just a grey house
where sadness emmanates from
the four walls entraps the hurricane
while outside the walls the sun shines
deceiving all who look

help me
i don't want to drown
in the raging waters of the tempest
but my lips are sealed
that is the curse of the house i live in