We follow our masters.
Mimicking every move and thoughts.
Faceless, black filled blurs. Animated objects controlled by the colorful world.

No sense of our own.
We walk the path of our masters for eternity.

But master is a **** fool.
They walk so carelessly, not knowing what lies in the dark.

As they walk, we plot.
They die.
We live.

We whisper with the wind that echoes in the ears.
"Follow us and you will ssseeeee......."

Stare up and see.
Where no light can touch.
Wickedly bodies hang one by one with speckles of rope tied to rotten tree branches.

Welcome to the abyss of shadows forest.
The cowardly humans shiver in fright.
Hushed by a black ghost hand .
Muffling their screams,
As they watch the lifeless body be drag away to a dense forest.

Hurry along now master.
Try to run,
But we will always be there following behind.
Stop and turn around,
We are there.

"Now open your eyes ****** fool!" We roared!

The bodies you see.
The voices you hear.
Is just a game of the shadow we like to play!
For you to go insane.
And for us to **** our beloved master.