2dripping from my fingers,
swirling around my neck,
like a snake squeezing,
and choking the breath out.
No longer able to move ,
or carry myself
I've place myself in the mud,
deep inside my thoughts,
sinking deeper and deeper,
getting stepped on and on,
never ending.
The ultimate pain awaits beneath;
my already tired soul.
Must I go through another trial
to find out where I belong?
Because I thought I found the end,
but it wasn't what I expected,
it was all a set up,
to make me feel good,
and terrible at the same time.
I don't know what your thinking now,
could you please lift me out of this mud,
before its too late?
I feel your love gently slipping out of my grasp
the cold rain and dirt freezing my body to death.
No more warmth,
coming from above,
I feel myself drenched
in a pool of swelling hurt.
My acheing bones longing for your touch,
flying far above my floating corpse.
Will you help me out?