#beastcore
you think the forest is a refuge
yet the trees twist up and away into the sky
bending away as if to aviod the touch of disease
this is not a safe place
the things darting through the underbrush
know what you did
and they are not afraid of sickness
do not unbury the buried
they are there for a reason
prayers might not save you this time
do you see them marching in their rows
will they come back
or will they become just one more face
gone and forgotton
even in death
Do you trust your eyes? Something moves in the corner. When was the last time you saw something that wasn’t there? This has happened before. When was the last time you saw something that stirred an old dead feeling inside you? It didn’t used to be like this. Have you seen that before? It moves closer. When was the last time you saw movement that didn’t exist? This time won’t be the same. How much can you trust your eyes? Darkness envelops you. This hasn’t happened before. Do you really trust your eyes to comprehend the thing lurking in the shadows? The flickering light betrays your place, a head snaps up realizing they might not be alone.
and the hills swallowed you whole
i’m sorry i didn’t warn you sooner
may the fog hide you
and carry you saftely to your harbor
you have war in your blood
that surges through your veins
every waking moment
you carry the weight of you ancestors
in your soul
your hands create
my hands destroy
lover
what a wonderful pair we make
when the stars bloom
I will come for you
harbor you
until then speak
speak your woes
and speak your joys
for I will listen to it all
you will never be alone again
