SerenityG89

Dearest sweet red I will come for you, my lamb. For our unkind fate to be fed, The basket you hold is my jamb. I will steal you as you smile, my pet. To calm my growls you had once set. Oh wanderer of the dim lit wood, How you carry the weight of this sagging forest, And my false pretense voice under that hood. Let me sink my jaws again into you're quest. Ride once more when I howl! Satisfy this thirst. Let me see you grin....in fear, like you should have at first! But you tore me, crooked soul of that lumber jack; Away to the other side of damned life and luck. My silent body you filled of stone; drowned back To soil who raise

I don’t know when I got stuck, my feet had felt heavy, but I kept walking, burdened with the weight of the mud surrounding my feet. I wasn’t going to let a little dingy marsh stop me. I kept marching, feet slowly becoming weighed-down, I didn’t realize, the muck had reached my knees, now walking was making me feel sleepy. I couldn’t see I was being trapped all along. I would keep fighting, keep dragging myself foreword, never surrender to the darkness in this shallow hole, it would not defeat me so easily. I glance around, the sticky mush up to my navel, reaching out I grab a branch, I would not submit eas