The black forest of obscurity encircles your empty soul. Where this dark and twisted path leads no one does know, but whne you have found the uncharted end...you will find your old self's final place of rest and your new self's beginning. The summer rain falls to the earth as heaven solemnly weeps. These devine tears renew the life temporarialy lost. A withering tree's final leaf gracefully decends to the ground. This forest of decadence deny's the rains rejuvination and instead chooses death. As you march down the winding forbidding trail of the unknown your mind contemplates asto what will become of thee. Day turns to night and still your soul is not free. Perhaps there is no end, perhaps your banished for eternity in the terrain of sorrow you will remain. Memories long since forgotten of times long since passed away only to be awakend when the sharp thorns pierce you tender skin and the memories flow outward with the marron thick blood. With each prick your fear grows and paranoia sets in. The crecent moon's dim halo shines through the dense forest to guide you forward to your unfortold fate.
