here, in the forest

someone tell me what's lurking inside
what is this rot that's spreading?
pray tell, will it subside?
or will it execute my beheading?

my goner, my goner, you've already lost
they proceed to darken the sun
the sweet morning dew turns to crisp brittle frost
see? you've never really won

I scream at them, vocal cords raw
I've fought this battle too many times!
in response, they loosen their jaws
laughing hysterically over my cries

sweet ignorant girl, start using your brain
perhaps you'll begin to comprehend
there is no simply stepping off this train
we're with you 'til the bitter end

the end, the end, those words will echo
dashing quick through the trees
slyly persuading me to just let go
there is no cure for your disease

I'm a goner inside this forest of doubt
a sick soul bound to depression
all in vain, I fervently shout
while smothered in consuming oppression