There is a mist on the horizon, that which is gray and moving slow.  A large mass of cloud like formation, rolling over the hills and engulfing them in its aura, trampling them beyond their own existence with each and every move. 

 As the mist grows nearer and nearer, life, it seems, begins to close in around you.  Soon it is as if you are at the center of the mist - the only and last obstacle in its path of destruction.

Suddenly you have arrived at the pearly gates of blue
Down on your knees you beg of it not to take you
But there is nothing that you can do
For it didn't spare the others and it will not spare you.

The mist that is before thee
The mist that will become me
The walls are now upon you
And darkness shall forever be.

What is this blue mist that I see
I sniff it, I breath it, it cloaks me
Covered around me like a sinister being
I realize, gasping for breath, there is no use fleeing

What is this mist that becomes me
My heart, my lungs are full of thee
A down trodden victim caught in his own snare
Struggling and strife attempting not to be there

What is this mist that surrounds me
Is it life, is it turmoil - will I ever be free
Now it has me never to surrender
It is a apart of me and I am it's prisoner!

~Me