The day I lost my life.

Carried out by courteous patrons
I saw my body lifted
Carried off to the forest
I chased after
What I thought; an apparition
Yet the smell of the season
Sundered my reason
As I came to the truth
I was under the veil
Seeing the truth
Through obscurity
Truth blindfolded
And binding
To this close reflection
Of the half glass
Emptying
Stuck inside
My imagination
Pictures of you
Flooding
My mind
And those tall trees
Stand for something
Interrupted past
Quiet feeling
At peace
With the mounting
Dark
Leaving my family
For familiarity
Casting myself
As the outcast
It's you!
It's you!
...you're doing this to me
But it's no one.
Just myself.
Following
A path
To nothing
Lost in myself
Lost in those trees
Daring, bracing
Gone...oh, gone.
Oh my god.
i must be sorry.
For to long have I looked to the vestigial
Of self harmony
To cast my own orphan
Conceded abortion
Left productivity
Isolation
Cast in shadows
Underneath the calm
Of morning hollow
"Can I think one day with doubt"
"No, that, I doubt."