In a quicksand pit your mind slowly gets taken under the control of fear
There is no way out and upon your cheek falls a single tear
No branch to pull yourself up so you're destined to gently sink
In this state of confusion you can't rationally make the brain think
Waist high now and soon it will reach up around your throat
One of the last things you wish is that you could enjoy a smoke
You taste grit as the sand slowly enters upon your lips
I should have watch more closely as now I'm in a world of shit.
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Author:
ErnieDawg (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2024 08:31
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
That brilliant title!
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