A Forest

Tranquil forests, and wanderers in a deep sleep.
In my mind I see these sights, and calmness comes over me.
The running water, the rays of light,
Lethargy is a mistress of peace.

The woods are deep, the sky is distant,
The stars at night are translucent.
The dirt is fertile, the brush is close,
And the breeze has the warm embrace of love.

As I wander through, midway upon the journey of my life,
The ground becomes corrupted with rock.
The trees thin, the breeze infected with the cold sting of agony.

Pits of tar and burning sulfur emit a powerful stench,
And I see the corpses of memories now past.
Their bones are chipping, their skin is rotting,
Their skulls cracked and shattered.

The air is toxic, unbreathable at best,
And I turn back to tell my companions that we musn't stay.
But in the woods they stayed, that paradise I can see so distant,
And I fall backwards, a sacrifice to a sadistic god.