for you have trapped me in this place of screams
through canopies dreams steal
replacing the dark
Your footseps tread the perimeters
axe in hand you measure the smell of me
determining whether to come
No
You will wait
You always wait
and I in my wooded suit hear the emptiness in your breath
the twisted glee in your steps
It is you and I determining a drama
the pain of father
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