The Forest

I lead myself willingly; full of inhibition
Into the forest where lies are in fruition
The wolves catching wind of my scent
The fire in their eyes begin to ferment

Fresh meat is what they crave to taste
It won’t take long to lay me to waste
Thundering snarls fill the midnight air
Dreaming of the entrails they shall tear

Just another lamb sent to the slaughter
Quenching their blood thirst like water
A target painted on my back
A sense of self-dignity I lack

On my knees I beg for forgiveness
To absolve myself from this sickness
But the vultures have already circled
I know now that my time is short

I lay my arms open welcoming death
With closed eyes; holding my breath
The wolves attack, teeth piercing the skin
Slowly bleeding out this crimson sin

My head is light and my body is limp
From my chest, a shattered heart they will rip
There is no other way to atone
The fact that I was to die alone