The woods just keep getting darker,
As I am ever so starker than the invincible Mr. Lake,
And I'll the climb to the top of the branches,
So the moon can shine a little light,
On what is left of my life.
Be concerned,
I might have crossed the line,
I will be disappointing to you.
Get myself together,
Twist the vines as I make my way down,
Back to the wood's underbrush,
And the demons make the ground rumble.
Be concerned,
They will be here for me,
My soul will be theirs.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
The woods just keep getting darker,
As I am ever so starker than the invincible Mr. Lake,
And I'll the climb to the top of the branches,
So the moon can shine a little light,
On what is left of my life.
Be concerned,
I might have crossed the line,
I will be disappointing to you.
Get myself together,
Twist the vines as I make my way down,
Back to the wood's underbrush,
And the demons make the ground rumble.
Be concerned,
They will be here for me,
My soul will be theirs.
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