Mire

Marshland under the blood moon One with the land Inspissated sludge flows through my vines On I trudge With weight feet, burdened by sorrow This bastard bayou No room for light in this black bog A forest suspended, adrift in the moor Infinite basin of humid hell Damp chill of life Futile continuation I am the grotesque bogeyman Tohubohu defined Toxic fog, bountiful blight Slog through this existence of gloom and dread Malignant smog fills my dying lungs A rolling nexus, never-ending imbroglio Tenacula drag me down Venom spitting inhabitants This cursed labyrinth will be my tomb Closed casket of still water, clotted with muck Crawl through the Mire Mire Mire