campsite

it was not until thursday that i knew what was going on.
the lift seemed an unlikely solution.
all things pointed to the direction i had not faced before.
the sky was a little red and grey.
and their bodies grew yellow and black.
everything in my head was blurry,
still when i spoke it was as if i was certain about anything.
the fact remained that while i was alive, my friends were dead,
and i was starting to think that i did them in.
one by one in my strangest dreams i killed them in my sleep.
and now, not knowing what to do i just lay in my tent, hoping someone reaches what's left of us.
the forest was a great scenario, i could have taken a million pictures if the sight wasn't dragged to this.