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 for salvation
And all it brings me is pure utter damnation
Ears ringing, I search for a dagger
A dagger that I use to rip my eardrums off!
No voices, No cries of help
Just the embrace of the falling silence so that I no longer yelp
The sigh of relief, the haunting tall trees
The silhouette of my demons, the callous touch of a dreamer
I pray to the voices to quiet their mumbling
As the pool grows deeper and my world starts jumbling
Am I in the middle of a forest or am I in the shambles of my mind?
Is it a husky demon or is it my silhouette creeping from behind??

~Scythe
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