These Are The Woods

These are those very dark woods woods that are deep where the air that you breath is so moist, damp and sweet where more than one has loving died. Woods that becuase of thier very nature yes'wet is the dampness under every watch full eye that is seen is a face that can't speak but is as red, is a rose when stuffed over flowingl of. Cloked is the shadow the green eye moving slowly Inside of the moss through the grey dimming light moving ever so slowly seen through the peephole two. Pushing past the very spot when your deep in sleep comes a ghost with big hands he is dreamt never seen expanding deep inside of your dreaming world a world full of sleep and long moving limbs these woods are berift of it's leaves at the base of each tree.