My dear, life can be understood.
Hounds barking in the woods.
These pair of legs running through,
thorns and needles scratching, and let me tell you, nightmares exist too.

Can black be dripping from these wounds ?
Can ears be bursting from this sound?
Hell unleashing,
can be simple if you hug them all.
They call deep down into the pits,
slide down and see the shoe fits,
fire is too bright for...