Catatonic glances
Upon the chilling present
Stopped by frantic shivers
To resist the fervent ending
Weeping winds
I hear at night invasively
Followed by footsteps
Of forgotten ills
Weary hands
Dig down
To the hopes of the past
Pulling on the roots
Of what has grown
In seconds, moments
Forsaken years
I can still hear
The wailing woods
Reviving the old forsaken lies
That lie beneath
The overgrown catacombs
You let the ashes
Consume you
Turn our blooms
To grey as you wandered
The forest's glade
Longer and longer
I stand in the swamp
Deeper and deeper
My roots will grow
Unearth the resting demons
Breaking the boundaries
No cages, no strings again
The smallest of doubts
Where filtered
Through leaves and haze
I might have taken
A glimpse of
What's coming next
An already written story
With no climax or an end
Apathy comes in waves
Flooding the woods
Tragedy once a day
Drowning my roots
Nature's claim
Takes away
My mellow soul
So we can wither away
Insomnia's touch
Only brushed my skin
Entering my weary home
Whispers of doubt
Weeping among the woods