Four days were spent in that forsaken forest.
Free will handed over to the whims of malignant melodies.
We tromped through copses of camping tents
searching, I think, for something left behind
amid the hanging haze of dragon's breath and firewater.
We waded through the crowd of **** grinning hipsters;
smuggled ourselves to a safe zone and set down the sleeping mat
where we did anything but.
The days burned quick and hot like the cigarettes we smoked.
We slept through the thunderstorms that rolled across the mountaintops,
drowning us in our dreams.
Somewhere down the path, we realized we were connected,
two strands of the same length of rope, braided to make one;
we would save lives, or hang, together.