A New Collection To the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds Grass growing by its lively effect… Growing a grimace to the environment As the predators hung her on the branches, carving her left eye on the oak tree and carving her right eye on the olive tree They grow livelier… sucking up the carrions from off the ground Drowning the vines that try to suffocate and remove them for life left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape Their pupils punctured by arrows of death They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… watching people suffer in indignity and disproof Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof! Hunted by the worst predator out there in the deepest of the forest The eyes seem to stare into your own Locked with your frightening vibes Feeling your dangling fears and pain Weeping them insane… there is no one out there to be blamed, even in the deepest of the forest Oh you carrion heart, soul and body you are accepted to the collection and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... Oh you carrion soul and body Surviving through the shadows of the forest, roaming along the compacted forest, moping about in displeasure because without a doubt you are a magnificent collection to the eye generation to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life, Given away by the predator They soon diminish the evidence… Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof! You’re left for dead after all Allow them to spread one of your eyes on this tantalizing tree Let them do their job as a hunter Your awareness is diminished Allow yourself to not be startled Lose yourself, and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear