gotlersfylle

I stop in my tracks to light a smoke

A breeze runs by  as I close my eyes

When I look back up I almost choke

The whole forest took on a disguise

Death all around me as far as I can see

The charcoal stench is taking over my brain

Twisted remains of what used to be

Scattered fragments of their past pain

I start hearing voices telling lies

As I listen to their talking I feel a little blind

Why the fuck didn’t I realize

That I’ve been walking in my own feeble mind