Tree-bound

The night bathes the forest in red
And the leaves gnaw at tired old bones
Oh child, go, go back to bed
Or you’ll never find your way home

The whispers of lost wander by
No body attached to their tones
As soft as the wind in the sky
Come with me, we’ll leave here alone

Oh wander for me, little stranger
Leave all of these worries to rest
Nobody remembers your failures
Now tell us all, what else is left?

Become someone else for a moment
Disguise what is left of your face
Your emptiness feels so familiar
But your roots won’t let you escape

What purpose is left for a being?
To fuel what’s already decayed
You lingered too long in the forest
So here in the forest you stay

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