Topical Pain Forest

The forest breathes with a sinister sigh.
Branches grasp like hands from the sky.
Lost souls wander, forever to vie,
for fragments of truths in shadows that lie.
In hell's embrace where hopes slowly die.

Through the underbrush a path of pain,
tears of the damned fall like bitter rain,
visions of pasts that darkened remain.
Lost meanings echo in a mournful refrain,
a symphony of sorrow, eternal disdain.

In the heart of darkness an abyss profound
where lost meanings whisper without a sound.
Sins and regrets in shadows are bound,
the weight of despair a heavy surround.
In hell's forest, no solace is found.