Mad

??The voices in the woods are trinkling into the crevices of My heel I hear them talking in the force of my steps They whisper my feet to scathe the faddens of death's conquest Wherever my sole treads I walk and walk and walk And I tripped your innocence And I danced naked round it for the voices were mad at my feet They giggled as i pulled towards your mess my love guffawing like ecstatic hyenas until your spirits were emptied in a pool of bright scarlet But I walked and walked and walked And walked And walked and walked And walked And they whispered until death left a Fadden of its conquest of me