i want to run away to the woods someday
i'll talk to the trees while they whisper to me
i'll listen to the barn owls screaming
i'll hear their screams and i'll run
the woods are said to be romantic
filled with flowers and fairies
but the fairies are just a myth
and the flowers are covered in thorns
the trees will reach out while youre sleeping
and strangle you with their branches
you climb the trees to see the sunset
but instead you'll just see blood
will the trees kill you themselves,
or will you fall all on your own ?
mother nature is a warmonger
she will rip you to shreds
the coyotes
the foxes
the hurricanes
they are just a few of her soldiers
your skin will blacken and fall to pieces
in the harshness of the winter
mother nature cares not
she likes to see you suffer
mother nature will kill you slowly
and her soldiers will feast on your corpse
mother nature is a warmonger
when the sky turns red,
it's just the blood of the dead
A/N ik ive only published like one decent poem dont come at me