Pathway To Perdition

 
The trees wait whispering their malice
each step is heavier than the last
but I cannot stop
cannot turn back
the only way is forward
and the trees wait with deadly intent.

A malign forest will be my final home
for a painful screaming eternity
there is no return
no hope for me
salvation left long ago
on a train from a station gone astray.

The dark woods of cold perdition lurk
on the edges of sanity and reason
the home of Abaddon
of the lord of the abyss
therein I shall forever remain
lost life and lost love a fading memory.

21/09/15