My mind is like a wood
The sky is dyed with red
Black trees yearn to the stars
A fog like dew creeps in
No wildlife around
Beneath the ground a world
Of strange and crooked beasts
Like thoughts, they fight for me
Lost in myself I try to escape from the wood
Unspoken worlds like black trees to the sky
All is a breath, is a wind, beat together
Crooked animals devour my mind
