Do you hear that
The quiet blow of the wind
The russle of the leaves coming to the end in there trees
The last hint of life still left in these woods
Do you see that
Across the meadow
Lives being hunted and lost for a game
Can you feel that
The slow aching of your limbs as the thorns grab ahold of you pulling you closer to the ground.
Do you taste that
The salty matalic taste of blood to your flesh
The sting of new wounds to your flesh
The silent screams you make as you take your last breathe...
They saw you
But didn't say a word
Didn't hint that they cared
For that made it worse
They heard your crys
But didn't walk forward
Didn't make a reach for your hand as you started to slip
They help you to suffer
Pressing there words into your wounds laughing at the sight of the blood
But they still breathe the air the dying leaves make hear the crying of the animald they kill for fun cut down the thorns that prodded at there hearts...
They continue to do this by breathing in your last breathe...
To feed the demon they have created in themselves just to satisfy the viewers.....
So just breathe they stole my breathe don't let then steal yours to.
Breathe.......
