In This Dark Dynamic Forest

Who is killing me alive? I dive into the ocean of death. Uncontrolled body, drunk soul, toddlers walk with meth, A gusty wind makes the garden barren; fallen dry petals, No rustle and hustle and bustle; darken grief boldly rattles, Mirror of mine frightens me always, killing and then laughing, Like an old stricken by bold cold, sat I at the corner, coughing In this way, reveal my identity: I am alive and infirm, a useless, Enemy within me assaults and hit my holy thoughts, ceaseless I am sick and meek yet alive facing war from unknown-known front In this dark dynamic forest, fear to be victimized with soundless grunt