Dying Embers

I shudder at the thought I dare not think it true the visions I have of you are haunting me all that's left is to flee past the woods and through the hills where life knows no bounds where wits and a knife are all you need in life I shudder to think I dare not look at you the visitors of yesterday all gave clues all that's left are the bones from your carnivorous ways where you know no bounds where wits and knife are you need in life I shudder at the thought that for a pound you could be bought if not for the drought I might have lived if not for tears I would thrist where the dying embers know no bounds where the the dying flames has consumed all that's left