In depth

Wrapped in dirt

Feet cornering themselves to not let the flooded lanes touch my sanity,

Pungent smell in the air of rotten meat and forbidden breeds

Breaking it’s way in to contaminate my insides in the interim. 

I go deeper into the abyss 

Only to find eerie mist, desolation and clotted pipes estranged from the light,

I can either walk out and drown in the flood

Or stay in and fight to survive.