Corpses piled around me in circles,

Whispering the words against my knees,

Hiding my face.

I want them all dead.

Everyone who has ever hurt me.

Whispering the words again and again.

The affects are taking hold of my brain.

Nothing truly matters.

My mind has long since left me,

Eaten away by charmers,

Madness, and those who have inflicted harm upon me.

I wait as the corpses rot,

Turn into ash,

Crushing a circle into the earth,

Protecting me from what lurks behind the trees,

Behind the light...

And so far beyond the dark.

Whispering the words.

Blank blue eyes stare into a black sky.