Ragdoll
this is the end
i know it because
i cannot breathe
or see
or hear
or feel
i cannot move
or smell
or taste
and its all because
i slipped in the mud again
i slipped up again.
my world is made of mud.
im sloshing around in it looking for what i have lost.
but i will never find it
each step i take makes me sink further down.