The woods are screaming.
Man infiltrates its sanctuary.
Echoes fill my dreams,
Images fly through my mind.
They will not stop.
My room is empty.
No bed, no chair.
Memories fill the empty space,
Regrets bounce off the walls.
They will not stop.
The roads are roaring.
The chaos is perpetual.
Cars wail and swerve,
People cry like sirens.
They will not stop.
The woods are silent.
They do not make a sound.
No wind blows,
No one enters, no one leaves.
All that lingers is my guilt.
The stillness hurts my ears.
It will not stop.
