Forest Games
Stuck in a forest
Lost in the thicket of green
So heavy it is now black
Just like the sun
All the noises I can't identify,
Yet the sounds I know I have heard
Tried my lonely hand at hunting
Hours later... it is me that is now the hunted
By my stench that clings to my scars
My blood sniffed for a trace
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