26 October 2012
Gnarled finger branches, Covered in moss, Like sickly covered bodies Of those who's life's have been lost.
Reaching from the soil, Frozen in an eerie wait, Ready with their twisted minds, All full of malice and hate.
Just tree roots, Covered with moss, They look a lot more sinister to me With all the oxygen I have lost.
Oxygen Starved Thoughts • Opuss № I