In woods that sigh my name, pale leaves on my sleeping cheek, I groan for a god whom I could thank fo some light, in dreaming nights. Burning candles, they are my sun, fallen angel with darkened eyes, crawling trees, dying Christ, my voyage does last long. Weeping eyes, please, be strong. Bleeding bodies, desire. Spelling lord, admire. As I faded away in these woods that still sigh my name, leaves were floating towards the ground while I faded away, slightly. Me, drowning in an endless ocean of wisdom.