Black Days in a Dirty Wood

The light shines through the trees
And illuminates the dark, dreary wood
The branches are like skeleton hands
Reaching out to grab you

This is a place of death
Where the darkness never ends
And the only sound is the rustling of leaves
As the wind blows through the trees

There is an eerie feeling in the air
As if something is watching you
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched

The trees are like black sentinels
Standing guard over the darkness
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being judged

You can feel the eyes of the forest on you
As you walk through the woods
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched

You can see the blackness of the trees
As they block out the light
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being suffocated

The darkness is like a blanket
Wrapping around you and smothering you
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being consumed

The blackness is like a void
Sucking you in and devouring you
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being consumed

The darkness is like a monster
Ready to pounce and devour you
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being hunted

You can feel the weight of the darkness
As it presses down on you
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being suffocated

The darkness is like a prison
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being trapped

You can feel the eyes of the forest on you
As you walk through the woods
And you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched