Between the dusk and the day,
It will forever stand,
Red Forest.
Our sight diseased,
See the light,
Cannot breath,
Choking,
Gasp for air.
Back bones break inside of me,
Our lives forever shortened,
Through the dead grass,
Virus moves,
Pries its way inside our heart.
They are the trees, the animals,
They prey on us,
Cling till the end of us,
Cling to us.
My hands are numb in the frost,
Cold withered bones,
Nothing to see,
Forever lost,
No light to guide our way.