Endure

The mists softly caress your face Calling your name The trees rise up Catching your legs with their roots The path slips You quickly loose all orientation There is only blackness Your hope fades With each step Your will to live Deserts you You feel yourself slowing to a stop Your life is stolen by the mists All you know is trees and dirt They know no love No feelings but cold embrace All is as will be Nothing Why should you ever leave? What more is there beyond the trees? The forest wants you It always Takes Its own