Into The Mist

I was happy before the mist came, I was kind before the mist. The mist is taking control on me, Rapping itseft around my soul. my thoughts jumble around my head screaming, I hear voices in my head yelling out my name. I know there not real but the keep getting louder and louder. The Mist in destroying my soul, Beating me down from the inside out. The mist throws me into the deep abyss of my sorrows, My fears. I try to see the end but the mist is to thick to see, so i stumble and fall, i am brused and beaten. i seem so close and yet the end is so far. and soon i have nothing left. I am falling, i am falling, I have fallen into the mist.

Tick-Tock-12
SourceLicence:Public domain (author dedication)

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