The pond

It calls me

It tells me that it can stop my worries

It makes me follow it through the forest

We stop at a dark pond

It loures me in

I don't want to go

But my body moves on its own

I'm quickly encased by darkness

I am surronded by death

I am not the first to be loured 

bony hands grab me 

They pull me in deeper

I let out my last breaths

My body sinks into the mud

And the world goes dark...