Lost i was in a forest dark for the path I had taken I could not recall.
As the light of dawn cut through the darkness I lay beneath the trees that stood tall,
Awoken from a dream in which the voice of an Angel filled the air,
Patiently waiting for the velvet twilight to save me from my despair.
A voice i heard yet again, this time a melancholic tone,
And so i ventured deeper, and deeper, and deeper into the unknown,
Following the gentle whispers of my name,
Until a sight that dazzled my eyes stood in my way.
I was inebriated by her elegance, she wore a dress red as wine.
I was possessed by her scent, she smelled divine.
I burned wit passion as i watched the flames dance in her eyes.
"Care to dance?: I asked, "It would be a pleasure," She replied.
As we waltzed into the withered trees,
The secrets of the world she revealed to me.
She knew terror and sorrow and darkness,
And yet her soul was pure, untainted, immaculate.
Day into night, pleasure into pain, this chance encounter into ecstasy.
When the moment was bliss I stole the affection from her lips,
And thus she began drawing me into the abyss.
Daunted by nostalgia's tune, clinging to every note,
I strolled down the path of my memories in a vain search of hope. A connoisseur of souls and my reservoir was to quench her thirst,
For I had just embraced the kiss of death.
I turned and ran, guided by grief,
But soon fell to the ground like an Autumn leaf.
I knew i was not ready to find eternal peace,
For there were too many promises I was yet to keep.
I glanced at the stars surrounding the moon like diamonds dancing around a pearl,
How vain it is that I lost myself in an attempt to gain the world.
In that moment i longed for what fortune and fame could not give,
For i discovered that even with these, I had not lived.
I screamed with what might have been my final breath,
"Death! I beseech thee, spare me from my regret."
She laughed cynically as she drew near,
And placed her lips towards my ear.
"Live," She whispered, "I'm coming."

I could feel the cold air flowing to my skin
Blowing the branches and leafs
Of the millions trees
Fear describes my feelings
As the woods doesn’t seems to welcome me
And the trees staring at me coldly

The land was so muddy
I felt squeamish
As the mud goes up to my legs
Oh *******
Why am I here in this cursed forest
I hate this place

The wind starts to blow stronger
Then ever
To my face directly
The woods have given me a warning
To get out of there and don’t come back ever again

Alone in the woods, what’s the worst it will happen

i have this sudden longing to feel life again
it seems as though the past few years it's disappeared from me
and i just need to feel it
i need to go to an ocean and feel the water move beneath my feet
to see the fishes swimming and thriving
i need to sit in the front of a car with music playing
to be with my favorite people and feel the wind against my fingers
i need to be in the woods on a rainy day
to hear the water hit the trees and feel the droplets fall to my cheek
i need to feel something and life seems to be the best fitting right now
i need to be somewhere i can breathe
where i can exist and not be forced to be anything
where i can feel mother nature pumping through me
life just seems to pulse through her and i need some of it to transfer to me

The fire fills the wood
It's orange embers glowing-
summer smells so good.

A desolation of confined solitude has made a pacing path of diagonal imprint in all areas of walk...
His heart is at the beginning of her own journey
A venture that modes endless wonder
but still, at nighttime...
she cries out for him
into a pillow he once layed his head in as she stacked hers atop his shoulder creating permanent print

before trees drop leaves and covered branches that keep a coat of comfort around the storage that house her,
She reads and writes and listens as the most coveted blankets, wrap her in warmth and squeeze her into dreamscapes
When she dreams across the specrtum of imagination fables,
he dreams she is safe

All the windows in the apartment upstairs that look upon the street have an intermittent tremble when he wails
As he's screaming out to her
In hopes she'll hear him in the brown bark geographic dark
He knows in all logic, she wont hear him, but she does feel him because he is deep, embedded in her marrow
His tears and screams build up, creating clouds that shock bolts through the sky and drop a hard rain

The rain she feels a familiarity with
A rain she wants and loves so much

Under roofs of aging pine
Where the trees in rows align
I awake a forest doss
On a strip of golden shine

Missing shoes is not a loss
When I step a floor of moss
Feel the urge of turning spread
But the light I have to cross

All is faint that comes ahead
Staring at my feet instead
Then I’m left with just a nose
As I in the light embed

Pine cones fall under my toes
Where it’s going, no one knows
But I’ll keep the forest close
Forest close, forest close

We walk in silence and listen,
The wind blows gently by,
We look up and see the sun glisten,
Only able to see parts of the sky,
It is peaceful, more peaceful than we remember.