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Deep in the forest

I drift towards the haze

Oh how the embers hold my gaze

Creeping twilight

An ancient blood rite

Hooded figures - shadows of the blaze

Stench of the burning

Putrid smoke cracks the leaves

A black mass of buzzards

Lining my processing through the trees

Disobeying my instinct to flee

Chasing death on the breeze

Rain falls like knives on my skin

Bitter, this cold

Sewing seeds of darkness within

The flame burns on

Sick sacrament

Psychotropic

Blood ingested

Disembodied

Dirt stained red

I’ve read this book before

I’ve become the bled

I’ve seen this dance before

I feel my hollow chest

I’ve heard these chants before

Fire burns my skin

I’ve smelled this flesh before

No life

Watching myself die

Maggots help me rot

No heart

I’m their sacrifice

Watch myself die