Walking in the mist
Blinded by the truth and lies
Feeling the droplets coat my eyes
Stumbling around the world unseen
The linger in the air suffocating me
The air of the people I’m trying to please
Just another flaw in the world of greed
The only sound is the rustling of the trees
The crunching sound of leafs at my feet
My arms extended looking for an end
Tripping over myself time and time again
Clouds linger above leaving the sky in a haze
Leaving my thoughts forever in a daze
Internally my stomach twists and turns
My heart screaming at an ongoing burn
Branches grabbing me as I stumble by
Tearing my flesh and screeching “Why!”
Biting my lip as I force through the pain
My head throbbing that it can’t end this way
Beating down on my body the rain starts to fall
The weight of the world coming down on my shoulders so small
The life around me feeling so peaceful and carefree
My body giving way to the force and I fall to my knees
Roots entwining up my legs to pull me away
My head spinning with the thoughts of my dying day
Frantically clawing at the mud for safety
Looks up with blood shot eyes to see the forest empty
All except for the forest itself reflecting humanity
The wind blows against me filled with screams
I shut my eyes and grit my teeth
Wishing I’d soon come to the end of my misery
The forest filled with a presence so unreal
Hard to believe that I had come here based on a deal
The kind of fate that was out of my hands
Done by someone of a high demand and horrible plans
So as I lay on the ground scrambling for my life
I being to wonder if that’s what I was here for, to die
The screams in the wind soon mix with my cries
My fingers go limp and my body continues to slide
The trees sway playing Moonlight Sonata
The thoughts of my forest funeral laying upon it
The roots whined up my body keeping me still
Though my heart was numb and I had nothing to feel
I only hung my head to the remorse
Knowing I was over come by the un-natural force
Hanging in the air with a branch around my throat
Knowing there’s no survival in this world like I had hoped.
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The thoughts of a restless mind.
This is kind of what it sounds like it is. It's different little quotes that I think of. Don't call me emo about them because I'm not and if you think that they are then your head is up your a**.
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