There's a dark winter Forrest I bide my time in
I haven't left this Forest in years
Wolves trace the outskirts,
Whispering their lies through their teeth
"We care about you"
                "We want what's best for you"

Amidst the sharpening of their fangs

The leaves have fallen
Leaving a cacoon for my retreat
The new found silence is comforting
But you can only hide for so long

        Soon comes the numbness
                     Then the pins and needles
The needles become blades
And the silence becomes deafening

Haha, I guess there's no winning after all

The only relief to the torment is sleep
               But the thought of sleep has become a dream

Ironic

Increasingly frantic thoughts are hidden from the wolves
They'll use your weakness as a weapon
You can't let them win

With the choice being between wolves and the silence
The last great comfort radiates from the noose

At last, rest