Antichrist.

"Nature is the Devils' church."

Its a means to the end,,
by that I pretend
what I'm meaning.

Did you say what you meant?
Are you asking yourself?
are you lying?


These cavernous tree's
swallowing me,
a cabin afoot, in the breeze.
I am leaving.

It promised me,
chaos is always repeating.
The wind through the tree's
invisibly leaves
Are you leaving?

Stop talking to me.
The wind through the leafs,
Russel and me,
we're both leaving.

Walking with me,
talk with the tree's
do you believe me?

Reviews

[Norah]

This is a very touching poem!
Good job xx