The Forest
Posted: 14 Feb 2020, 19:26
And I run, I run from animals,
through blackened haunting trees,
the moonlight is all that was,
my hands are all I see.
The echo out in the dark,
I can feel the eyes preying,
you talk in the back of my mind, but I
have never been this alone.
A vicious breath has rest,
on mist encapsulating me,
I hear it call the night, not unlike
the world subsides.
With plastered fear on my sleeve,
is my neck open?
To tamper with the unperceived,
is my heart open?
And I run, I run from anything
that goes crack on the leaves,
the air has gone colder, than it was
my hands are all I have,
when it comes, it will find me.
And I'll feel its teeth,
where is my best friend?
you were on my mind in the end.
through blackened haunting trees,
the moonlight is all that was,
my hands are all I see.
The echo out in the dark,
I can feel the eyes preying,
you talk in the back of my mind, but I
have never been this alone.
A vicious breath has rest,
on mist encapsulating me,
I hear it call the night, not unlike
the world subsides.
With plastered fear on my sleeve,
is my neck open?
To tamper with the unperceived,
is my heart open?
And I run, I run from anything
that goes crack on the leaves,
the air has gone colder, than it was
my hands are all I have,
when it comes, it will find me.
And I'll feel its teeth,
where is my best friend?
you were on my mind in the end.