Desolate and Wintery
The trees keep stalking
They keep talking
Pulling me…
The twigs keep grabbing
They keep scratching
Holding me…
I’d rather be in a forest
Dark and lovely
Desolate and wintery
The leaves keep falling
Slowly twisting
Falling on me...
The moon keeps screaming
I hear it singing
Screaming at me..
I’d rather be in a forest
Dark and lovely
Desolate and wintery
I’d rather be in a forest
Dark and lovely
Desolate and wintery