Quick Sand

Stuck in quick sand No one around to throw a rope My feet under me I'm able to feel the ground Fighting to get out, it hurts Fearing to fight for survival Watching him walk away Crying like a little girl My heart screaming after him Yet, my mouth is closed shut Unable to make a sound Chains shakled to my feet My hands stretched out, zombie Ready to hold him My face begins to feel the sand Sand turning blood red from the fight within Eyes blood shot From the salty tears streaming down my face A battle of the gods Don't leave, stay Leave, but leave me whole Door slams shut Cloud of dust as he rides off into the sunset...