Walking through the forest

Walking through the forest
Trees as old as my grandpa
Wrinkly and fragile
Trees so tall it’s always night time
No sunshine
Even sunflowers are black and white
Leafs are dry like they are surrounded by death
This is where monsters come to die
The smell of death in air
So thick and foggy
It’s makes my eyes water
As I use my tears to feed the forest

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