Forest.

It sweeps through me
On top a frozen creek
And I'm sorry to say
But either way
I'm going to hell.
In crazed panic I want
To run and destroy
The favorite places.
All the things I should
Have mended for you
Are spiraling into an abyss
Of crossed fingers
With false hopes.
Either way I'm going to hell.

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[falling_toxic_rain]

Seems like a simple excuse, hmm. Nice though.