People closing in
I'm sick
In the forest
It's dark
Around me
And the shadows they keep moving in
Or out
I'm not certain

But I cannot look
To my left or right
Nothing behind me
Keep straight on

Strangers scavenging
From my mortal thoughts
Nothing left to say
I'd better get straight out of here
But I cannot bear to look
To my left or right
And if there's something behind me
I'd better not turn back