It starts to wilt,
The stench smell burns,
The pain and the blood drip,
Until finally it turns.
Like an autumn leaves,
It became so hard to breathe,
Slowly and slowly it writhes,
Like an animal on leash.
Can someone help me,
Can someone set me free,
Can I finally be me,
To walk solemnly among the trees?
That wicked smile,
A pained expression,
Bring forth the cry,
A mournful procession.
When will this end,
To flee from this land,
A cold hurting heart,
Hoping for a new start.
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