Stay away, honey.
For behind the rustling trees,
Something terrifying lurks.
It won't let you breathe,
It won't let you run.
The leaves will whisper,
Your ears will burn.
Your heart will shatter,
Your mind goes numb.

You will start to believe,
The whispers as true.
When the animals,
Eventually chime in too.
You will try to run.
You will try to scream.
But it's all inside your head,
And won't stop till you bleed.
Bleed to your death.
Lay on your death bed.

But you'll still be alive.
Because the death is in your mind.
Finally, you'll break free.
Run as fast as you can.
But a hand will emerge from behind the tree,
And pull you in again.
Back to the madness,
Back to he vain.
You sit there helpless.
You can never flee again.