Walk in the Woods

The sound of my feet on the ground

A faint whisper, the breath of the dying

The time and the impact

Of my stay here

Barely heard

Barely seen

And gone already

The lines around my eyes

And the weight of my skin, my bones

The slow pull of the ground

Of the things beneath, the call

Hungry for me

To turn me into soil

The shiver every night

One day closer

I get no consolation

From stardust and celestial tales

Nor wind nor rain nor stone

The terror of the flesh

The horror of the mind

And no God to embrace and tell me sweet sweet lies

From Eternity, no comforting smile

A cold walk in the woods

Naked and half mad

No path through the brambles

And no escape from the wolf.