i'm running into the arms of the trees i'm chasing the sounds and i'm on my knees escaping my shadow, denial and exile this is how i live reminding myself not to remember. these nails in the back of my eyes are a constant. each thought ruins me and i rub the sockets as if to reach in and pull them out pull me out.
the forest goes on forever. no flora, no fauna, only monsters.
beware, turn back, stay away beware, no light shines through the canopy
where do you go when your home becomes your prison? when the roof over your head caves in you're lost, not wandering you're lost, not wandering and you dig yourself deeper, deeper
forced to live on the streets that you hate
share the gutter with vagrants blissfully ignorant