Mortiis

I have been here for too long.
In this lonesome twisted land.
Marshland...
It is deep and sickening.
I have to find my way back home.
Marshland...
The only way to find myself.
Is to descend deeper still.
Marshland...
I'm stuck and cold.
I'm stuck and cold in marshland.
I'm stuck and cold where life is
Plentiful but nothing lives.
A voice I know speaks to me.
Of self-deceit and mockery.