Dead End

I’m stepping in quicksand and can’t break free

My vision’s blurred and now I can’t even see

The longer I stand here the more I start to fade

Someone help me from this hole I’ve made

I want to scream but no one will come

I’ve made my mistakes and then some

So I guess I understand why I deserve this

I just wish that I would be missed

But as everything around me disappears,

I realize that my end is drawing near

I close my eyes and hope this nightmare will end

And on the other side I’ll have someone to call my friend


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