Mist swallows my body whole
Stretchers emerge
Marshlands have captured me
Slime covered my limbs were
Mission Possible no longer
Rain slams down on me
Like bullets in your back
Trees appear to spin
Rough turning to cushy beneath me
Ripples of grass from my tumble
Now through the woods I stumble
No longer awake
Laid to rest
Never witnessing the newest dawn
Living was a luxury...