This life is a forest filled with dying trees
Each branch injects torture into the breeze
They speak of death and the relief it brings
And of the rush of release when the blade sings

The roots remain tangled, intertwined limbs
Screeching into the wind the Hell Hounds' hymns
Ensnaring the minds of the vulnerable and weak
Hunting for prey, it's their strength they seek

Every branch has a purpose, a name of sorts
Each one winding it's way into it's cohorts
Regret was born with Abandonment, a twin
Slithering through it's own mind like sacramental sin

These diabolical splinters cut into my throat
As my internal demons glutton and gloat
Twigs choke me and form my neck's attire
So I ignite a match and my eyes fill with fire

Age old visions blaze through these limbs of wood
Killing them slowly where sanity once stood
Burning in the flames of such animalistic hate
I'm still held captive by the branches of fate