Forsaken

I lay stirring
Upon the trodden earth that held me there
Bastard trails fork and twist into the distance, I stare

Oblivion it seems was meant to be

The forest
Writhing and breathing surounds me
The sun far above gleaming
Now forever restless under contempt filled skies
Feel the motions of their madness as they call for my demise

Atrocities whispered on the wind

The dancing willows
Playfull in their meloncholy
Exude in me a mighty dread
Lost in the womb of destiny I dredge through sacred soil

What a place of suffering...