Death

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.