On this trail, as the moist grass brushes against my leg,
the way my lungs fill with oxygen, starving for more,
a shimmer of moonlight shines through the roaring clouds,
as almost if I was roaring with them,
from running for what feels like eternity.

Each step I take takes me deeper into the misty forest, hoping to find comfort.
I look into the unarmed and dazzled water droplets,
flairs of daydream and despair.

As I dozed off, remembering how I wanted to be in your arms,
holding me as if they would forever,
whilst, while I was heart robbed,
you were thinking about her.

To do anything for that feeling that felt like I could stop space and time itself from ever moving forward, leaving me in that blissful state of tranquility.
Instead of tranquil, I am on this cold, dark, misty path, trudging on, breaching envy, for she had what I did not
you,
the one that had stripped my grit and grace,
leaving me with a rotting heart, bitter and,
empty inside, consumed by the blood venom
that only you held the antidote for.

When the fog clears and the mist settles,
I will still be plowing on this bending path,
thinking of the pretty lies and distorted promises
that had once made me feel green.

As each spiked vine digs deeper into the flesh of my skin,
wrapping tighter around arms and legs,
beckoning for me to be consumed
by the deep, dark void,

falling, falling, falling,
as each bittersweet moment, I remember the night we met,
when you held me as if you would forever.