I stepped foot into a forest,
And all the trees looked at me.
I tried to run away from it,
But there was nowhere to be.
And the ground below me faded.
And stared did the trees.
And I slowly became engulfed,
Their stare pierced straight through me
The ground was redly painted,
Stil staring was the trees.
Their leaves were deeply stained,
By the blood of what was me.
For a tragedy happened,
A ****** of my own self.
Of which I am the culprit,
And the victim as well.