fog

 * fog *

You're wondering the sunshine gone
A heavy fog enclosing all landmarks known
A chill in your blood and bones
Suffocated uneasiness plays upon your thoughts
In a day like any other day
Far from the bed and out on the road
Rain hasn't reached you yet
The fog still clings terror's surrogate
Who knows what breeds within
In the darkness and cold
Return of superstitions old
Tapping on your spinal bones
An eerie echo of the tomb
Hollow and escaping even as vibrating
Through your body poor and raw
An acolyte at the altar
Brought forth for holy slaughter
In the dark unyielding fogs
Far from home and safe warm bed.