There's a dark winter Forest 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 cocoon 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
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