The Untitled Poem for HKTT (please think of a title for me)

Swimming through a swamp of Mud, It beckons me to feel the way, My heart keeps sinking with a dud, There must be more to life I pray. Mussing, mussing singing my song, With thoughts of reckoning in my head, Suddenly she's standing her hair dark and long, She takes me by the hand and puts me to bed. My sleep is a dream where reality breaks, I am composed of red where my body quakes. Will this feeling every go will it be my goodbye, Will she come back to her home and look in my eye, Emptiness is real it does not compensate, For this feeling of rage for this feeling of hate. I am alone!