Crookhead

My mind is like a wood The sky is dyed with red Black trees yearn to the stars A fog like dew creeps in No wildlife around Beneath the ground a world Of strange and crooked beasts Like thoughts, they fight for me Lost in myself I try to escape from the wood Unspoken worlds like black trees to the sky All is a breath, is a wind, beat together Crooked animals devour my mind

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 09, 2026

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