This is an insult to the poetry. Don't say i didn't warn you.

Feet sinking deep, deep, down the ground
Mud envelopes me like a hound (LOL WTF)
Feeling the mushy slushy
Enough to make me go wibbly wobbly

Pain is all you could see in her eyes
As she lives on the edge, her life
There's no consolidation in matters,
No consolation in battles.

Competition, trepidation,
Amidst the green she lies
Like a wounded butterfly

Flapping her wings vigourously,
Perfection outside, wonderfully.


Bleah, that was some crap.

It's 12 soon. Shall go and study.