Crunching leaves as I limp through the grass.
Heavy breathing as for air I try to grasp.
Decaying trees is all I see when I look around,
but as I keep on going my face keeps getting closer to the ground.
holes of blankness start to appear,
while all the thoughts in my head suddenly dissapear.
I look ahead and see a pitch black lake,
as my body now starts to quiver and shake.
I pray to the heavens once more to save me,
but im quite sure no one can hear.
So I accept it now and wait for my fate,
because I have an appointment with death,
and I can't afford to be late.