Crimson droplets seep Into the gleaming creek It breathes heavily And releases a sigh We will tear down the gods An old oak stares at me It points to the sky The Sun shines down It shows me a face Weighed down by the fog The creek wheezes as night falls It screams as dawn rises Terrified of the Sun Familiar gaze In those eyes They were empty Exhausted and defeated I imagine the fog As it creeps into my lungs And slowly suffocates me Leaving my body behind I envision the Sun Burning me alive Scorching me Until only ashes remain I hold in my hands A pointed stone I think of carving the final words Into my flesh Yet something always holds me back And I pray To whatever God there is That it always will