My World

Days darken, alien Martian, a red desert the main and dessert, silenced sounds sing "death surrounds", as those spoiled souls beneath the soil follow for my blood sweat and toil. No breeze, no trees, an air so rough cut lungs bleed and breathe, agitated rest that rages with stress, no water to drink, no means to think, sinking in meanness linked to weakness, suggested thoughts to die digested outnumber thoughts "you're being tested", positive doesn't register at present, denied that present, sent and presented evidence that renders my presence an irrelevance with not an element of development preventing the dark envelopment. Measures to trail pleasure fail to find treasure, no success and severed from leisure, it could only suck less, leaking a fear so powerful the emotion of scared rejects an appearance, no distractions or interference just distress, no flicker of hope in the distance, an empty mess, it used to be so different, less difficult more significant, I walked alone to this world showing signs I can't get back, it must be my fault I'm living this mishap, I misread the map resulting in capture, life in a trap.