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How might this one best the forest?

Let us lie in wait and see

Questions arise from the soul that is marred.

Answers can be found

At the end of your scars.

You see yourself in the mirror of another

Stare into its void.

reliquary of the sight

Hide from it your light

Mask of ego hiding your smile

While putrid words seethe from your lips.

I will fill your world with teeth

And watch your life begin to pass.

Entities are seen as a dream

Peaceful or harmful, remains to be seen

I feel myself pulling away. Slowly detaching, gradual fracturing.

I feel these seams aching to mend, and conversely pulling in.

My mind, I am losing,

In this fucking world, so confusing

Keeping pace and keeping time

As the trees pass me by

The blood reflecting mine.

How many deaths are intertwined?

These are no dreams, but objects of hunger

Beware the Dream Eater