The Mist

The Mist swept up around the room.
It's sense was eerie. It warned of doom.
I felt it's grasp around my soul.
Pulling me down into a darkened hole.
Urge to run. Urge to take flight.
Yet it drained my energy and took away my fight.
My being cried and screamed in vain.
My struggle was ending as my body gave into the strain.
A voice then echoed throughout my mind.
The last coherent thoughts it did find.
This can't happen, it started to scream.
It was vaguely familiar, or so it seemed.
It suddenly became clearer than when it began.
Crying, You can't leave. We had a plan.
You promised to love me til death do us part.
You said nothing about leaving right at the start.
If you leave me now, what will I do?
I shall become nothing if I lose you.
Slowly as your tear rolled down my cheek,
Other senses I began to seek.
For if I could feel your tear and hear your voice,
Then with Life or Death I may still have a choice.
I focused on you, on every word.
You were the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
You took hold and pulled me through,
The darkest Mist I ever knew.

                       - V Blood 1998