The forest.

I stand alone, with fearful eyes and my shadows clone,
my blood falls wet onto soft cool stone.
The forest mocks my hunger, engulfing me whole.
My days numbered, yet I press on with my quivering soul.
I must be lonely,
without a gentle hand to hold.
why have I braved this forest?
I was never so bold!
Now I awaken to the sound of thunder, the angels eternal war from above.
From here I accept my sentence,
I give in to love.
And from here I fall downward, into the all to familiar black.
This is what I wanted and I am never coming back.