I have wandered, as a wanderer wander around
In deep open wilderness without any sound
My water evaporates from the palms of my hands
As walk for oasis into the land of the sand
This ground slows me down
I'm half drowned
Looking up at the sky for a miracle to happen
The non-working mind is my only weapon
I know it's dramatic,
Cuz my brain's fanatic
Like a curling child in the attic
Or a total drug addict
I'm scared of what this wilderness holds
For me, it might have a thing to unfold
But I choke!
I want no more!
Help! It's quicksand
I'm into my waistband
Oh No!!! Here are some vermins
They came to eat,
They feed on me
As I am the weak
I plead, "please.."
I await my demise
This world swallows me whole
I am no more.