Lost in the forest of fears,
Crusted leaves,
Screams flowing in the wind,
Bleed in pureness,
The breeze of life,
Faint whimpering of contemned souls,
Is the lie better then the truth,
For in a lie you find comfort,
In the truth you only see the monster,
Thirteen knots to tie this noose,
Hang yourself from these branches of your mistakes,
These “FLIES” will soon feed from your tainted corpse,
Take a glimpse and notice,
Your no longer needed here! |
