It's the middle of the night and I'm bolting to a forest
A forest that is as dark as my murderous thoughts
With trees as huge as my demons, I seek shelter in that force
The rustling of leaves, the daring cool breeze
Hits my core and I'm frozen to the floor
The floor morphing to a pool of blood
Blood as dark and chaotic as my mind
Killing my soul, running too cold
I sink into my flesh...