As The Mist Rolls In

I feel my leaden lids quiver

A sea of over compensation

swallows me whole

I gasp

I choke

on salty air I struggle

Against a sea not only of 

troubles and torment

but scratching Banshees

Claw at my raw, salt-soaked skin

Eyes sting

Lungs burn

I'm slipping, I feel myself slipping

Clutching at air I gasp

Grasping hold of one lonely memory

I feel it fade

As the darkness washes over me

I

Give

In