By: Toby Good
Far beyond the pines
Live the flies that gnaw through flesh,
The carrion of every unwanted being,
The blood of the monkey.
Far beyond the pines
Life feeds on life,
The decaying matter of it all,
It all begins to fade away in one, big, swampy mess.
Far beyond the pines
They begin to starve,
A starvation that leads to one solution,
Eating themselves alive from the inside out.
But slowly, even the pines wear away,
The only thing standing between you and those bone-crunching, blood-sucking, horrid creatures is gone.
The limb-less forms of what used to be,
Walk out from the forest in single-file lines,
They now look upon you with disgust,
They see a hollow being.
They see a corpse riddled with maggots,
They see a living-dead insomniac,
They see a bloated, sack of life.
They see you.
And so they return from whence they came,
You'll never see them again,
They're hiding from you,
Far beyond the pines.
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