Hopeless

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Fog clouds my vision
It chokes me,
tendrils curl around my throat
Black spots dance before my eyes

Brambles trip me
The moonless sky presses downwards
Each breath is a struggle
Mud sucks at my legs, dragging me downwards

The forest burns
The sky falls
The world floods
The end is near

Stars burst like fireworks
The moon explodes
The sun shatters
The axis tips... and we fall

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