(via WHO GOES THERE?) WHO GOES THERE?Into the woods, I...

(via WHO GOES THERE?)

WHO GOES THERE?

Into the woods, I flee,

yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light shines between the trees.

I peek between the thick leaves.

No one is on the path.

I can do simple math.

It’s them against me.

I’ll never be free.

THE DEAD GAME