I Ran Into the Woods
I ran into the woods as the monsters chased me.
They could feel the pounding of my heartbeat with each step I took...
Thoomp-thoomp, thoomp-thoomp.
They wanted me dead, to carve out my heart and eat my soul.
I kept running because they can never get ahold.
The wind slammed against my face and legs were going lim.
But I was on a whim.
These were my monsters.
The breed of my darkness.
If overtaken I would go heartless.
Nevertheless I ran into the woods.
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