A voice rang around me, gurgled "Have you returned so late to deliver me From this dreary shelter of poison and murder?" I held on to the creeping vines With the bit of strength I could still muster And as you fell from sight the stabbing pain of Isolation began to set in Sensing my struggle the roots tightened their grip and pulled me under And even through the muck I could still hear the earth's shrill shriek It's grip tightened the swamp waters pulled the air out of me Poisoned and blind, the swamp acted And tightly hid my body to decay its dark tainted heart Brother I am still here In isolation I was murdered The shrieks ceased and Through the rancid mist I could barely make out a cavity in the mud His body was gone Silence I was alone again Alone with my thoughts I am alone again Was any of this even real? Or just phantoms in the mist? I'm still here waiting still here... Waiting...