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surrounded by rotten trees
the air stinks with human greed
lying on a mountain pile of dried leaves
where in the world should i be

in every step, grass withers and dies
insects and birds start falling from the sky
when was the last time i see the light
wind blows my thoughts, i can only cry

the mountains' scream echoes to my head
such tales give sorrows to my heart i cannot mend
do the sky always paints itself this way
..a slight sense of loss for words to play

hours of wandering in this cold shrouded place
crows begin to tease with little sweet pecks
whisper stories and possibilities that lies ahead
how terrifying, my scars no longer bleed that way

wherever's the place i can call my own
whoever there is i can share my all
best be forgotten, i will soon be just skin and bones
surrounded by rotten trees, is my lost and broken soul..

Credits To: Cha Mortera