Mother and father are hunting for me
But I'm hidden where they can't search
I'm concealed in the stinging nettles and thorns
And the deranged ecstasy of endless night
Corruption and birds of prey sleep next to me
And I drink blood with wild dogs
The gentle decay of Autumn
Trees and animals dying
(Kelsey Bee)
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