The Woods Pt. 2
Stones and trees, the bones of things
Amazing the clarity an omen brings
With no belief I go beneath
The surface of everything they've told to me
Too old to be rewritten, these teachings
What worth has meaning when meaning is fleeting?
I've known that I'm different straight from the outset
Been lost in these woods for so long I forget

No room to repent when you have no regrets
Though the path that I walk is the one that I'm meant

It's so cold, maybe I wouldn't have left
If I knew I'd be here now, with my head against chest
Bags ripped when I fell, very few supplies left
How long now until the touch of death?
Regardless, I'm gonna have to try my hardest
Eventually its all gonna have to thaw if
Anything I know can be trusted
And if not then lets hope my instinct isn't rusted
Or busted, or by civilization fucked with
I've touched it, the balance I seek
From this madness in me to the plants under feet
Of powder that seems to have fallen from nowhere
They rise again each year and flower with no care
I don't dare to even think I can achieve
The patience and endurance of the simplest leaf
So while gritting my teeth, I tend to my wounds
And hope spring won't be sprung too soon

I sit alone, atop a wintery throne
No room for company whenever misery's home
Past the limit I've grown, into a thing unknown
I reap and sow, that's the way that it goes
No one cares, at least no one dares
To trek into the woods thus I've cleared the air
What doesn't kill us won't make us live longer
And living with you would just make me a monster