The Dark Woods Poem by Khaos Dven

Late at night, filled with fright, the dark woods that give into a horryifying sight. Howls from creatures unknown, , snickers of the forlorn, hearts of those that have been torn. Trickling rain, a crash of thunder, it takes only a moments wonder, and you will be stranded in the dark woods. Surrounded by dark memories ans unfathomable thoughts, to your worst nightmares swooping down to your mind, to make it rot. A darkness so black, so violent, hope is what it will always lack; the dark woods. To wake up screaming, your heart racing, your heart beating, your mind running and fleeting....to find yourself in the dark woods, to contemplate suicide, to wish you would have died, cause death would be a releif, better to be robbed of your breath, like a thief in the night. Your soul screams and cries in spite, your eyes search for the forgotten light. Not even the moon is shining, just a never endindg cycle of razor sharp black, mixed with hatred, fuled by rage.in the dark woods you never age. A play for the creatures, and you will never leave the stage. And in that place all you have left are the ifs and the coulds....in the Dark Woods...