My mind is the dark bitter forest
On a cold, lonely winter’s night.
Slender tree branches reach out like
Demon claws grasping at fragile sanity,
Scaring the little life I still have within.
The wind rattles the trees in a whistling tune
Faithful to the melody of a dying mind.
Dead icy leaves crunch beneath my feet,
In the same way my soul crumbles to pieces.
Shadows leap out from the corner of my eyes,
Scaring me like terrifying thoughts that leave
Me wondering if everything will ever be fine.
My mind is the dark bitter forest,
On a cold, lonely winter’s night
And I am the one trapped within.