Creeping down the darkest regions of my only home,
Sprouting roots to plat a tree deep within my throne.
The branches grow to spread their evil seeds,
The plants are begging me to do their dirty deeds.
These trees are never wanted, and never shown my love,
But now the leaves blot out the sunlight from above.
Now I live alone with these freakish plants,
How much longer can I fight their dark demands?
I pray for the coldest winter to frost these evil beings,
I cry for the warmest days end only in my dreams.
These woods have spread and wretched this place in twain,
But now I plot a loving sleep where I have never lain.
These hell bent woods are now my only friends,
Could it be their company has kept me from my end?
I remember the feeling of sleeping among my sheets,
Ball all I know now is walking wooded streets.
My world has been covered with these fiendish things,
But now I seem to enjoy the company that they bring.
I smile because I dwell within my own damnation.
I’ve come to love this awful transformation.
Wisdom that I’ve come to find is unlike any ever known,
And all this I owe to the leaving of my home.
The warm embrace of these blacked trees,
I regret those day spent down upon my knees.
To aid my hopes, my prayers have gone unheard,
But this new dark knowledge calls my hopes absurd.
Through my summer years I’ve come to fear my fall,
Around the bend I can feel winter’s frosty call.
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter. The end is drawing near,
As I know times forward march the end is what I fear.
In the cold I find my trees all but dean,
I feel this could be the time to rest my head.
I cannot remember what has brought me here,
I may have once held something dear.
Now my head is heavy with sleep,
I know my mind is not mine to keep.