The shadows of the forest...

Moon growling, to the mist filled starry sky, to crinkled crunched leaves sounding out, to unwavering cries,
Pillars of mother nature caressing my fear, motionless silhouettes with a dark journey of tired eyes,
Wolves howling, to the kill of their beast, will my insecurities stem from the ground and grab my feet, 
Dressed in concrete unable to move, my doubts have got a hold on me, suffocating my only dream.

The shadows of the forest, 
The skeletons in my closet,
The demons that shall follow, 
Can feed on my guilty sorrow.

Drenched in the ice cold rain, dripping down my shivering spine,
Can I block out the voices, the devil is only playing with my mind,
Hair matted and torn, my silkened heart and soul, is my only sword,
I believe against all odds, I will survive this and then be reborn.

The light of the diamond moon spurs me on, the cracks begin to appear,
No longer trapped, listening to the voices that condemn me, to my own fear,
Unburdened, from the dark prisoner that once ruled how I lived,
Acceptance, forgiveness, love, honesty, in my walk of life I now give.

So,
The shadows of the forest, 
The skeletons in my closet,
The demons that shall follow, 
Can NOW, feed on my guilty sorrow;
I am a feast to nobody, 
I shall invite you to my table,
Between branches I was unstable,
But now mentally, I'm very much able,
Let's eat...