When you can't speak, and can't even say,
Life is a game you're forced to play.
Mounted on your magical steed,
Watching above as others bleed.
Come to help and clean the blood,
Finding yourself to be stuck in the mud.
Trapped in deep, you seek escape,
The foggy and muggy, treacherous landscape.
Alone and lost, everything rotten,
Never returned, and yet, forgotten.