Forest of stale wind deep in the roots
Fallen leaves rot amongst long lost bones
Hanged flesh now dirt for the worms morsel for the flies
Echoes of wandering souls without graves
Haunting through the forest of suicide
Wade through the sea of blood nourished trees
Wade through the sea of tear stained trees
Here for so long now out of grief, despair, anguish and hate for one's life
They have come here with the wish to die and decay away from cruel society
They hope for peace from suffering and misery and into eternal sleep but
The shadows of their former flesh will not let them dream in fields of happiness
Selfish rotted fruits are their corpses and the rot falls off in pieces of maggot fed flesh
Dropping like seeds onto the ground of the black sea tree roots to grow this decrepit forest of pain