Phantoms in the Mist

A voice rang around me, gurgled
 "Have you returned so late to deliver me
 from this dreary shelter of poison and murder?"
 I held on to the creeping vines
 With the bit of strength I could still muster
 And as you fell from sight the stabbing pain of
 Isolation began to set in
 Sensing my struggle the roots tightened their grip and pulled me under
 And even through the muck
 I could still hear the earth's shrill shriek
 It's grip tightened the swamp waters pulled the air out of me
 Poisoned and blind, the swamp acted
 And tightly hid my body to decay its dark tainted heart
 Brother I am still here
 In isolation I was murdered
 The shrieks ceased and
 Through the rancid mist
 I could barely make out a cavity in the mud
 His body was gone
 Silence
 I was alone again
 Alone with my thoughts
 I am alone again
 Was any of this even real?
 Or just phantoms in the mist?
 I'm still here waiting still here...
 Waiting...