How It looks like inside my head:

The sky is cloudy gray.

The flooring of this land is made up of gravel and sand, Grey as well.

The gray sky and ground folds together in the horizon as an endless darkness.
Only mere dead trees so far apart that they nearly disappear from view, stands silent as there Is no wind.

I'm weak and drained.
My body looking like a medieval prisoner deprived of even food, skeletal.

I have chains from different parts of my body to massive boulders.

I can walk but just barely.

I want to scream but skin has grown iver my mouth.

I stumbel across deformed and decomposing bodies lying at some of the trees.
Some have no Faces as If the face World have ben ripped of. Some bodies got parts of skin from the torso, limbo and even their genatalia ripped, some have even parts ripped of.

It's so quiet that you are alone with your thoughts.

The only thing that Is stimulating Is the smell of death and rot.

Walk and walk but nowhere to walk.
Death and death and even more death.