Forest of stones.
Shadows, shaping colorless faces, my body start shaking from the monsters that they bring. It is cold in the worlds that they have given, no sun to shine upon my face, only the blackness of an unwanted thing. Gapping ghosts finding no purpose only to roam my soul and do terrible things. Given to me the misery that belongs to them, their secrets not clear to my self but all hidden away. All lost key, closed door, forgotten tucked away, bricked up but safe. Bridges to cross miles away standing in a field of grass colored different taints of grey. It is a haunted place in an even colder dream world. Roads maze in this abandoned space, making it a difficult journey to face. Finding no guide to show the way in this forest of stones. Walked thru a map of way’s each road took a different horror to slay. It took many miles to find the way, shined warm light on the grey to find my walking line. In the day’s following the maze I was walking in a different kind of light. Light sending warmth to my face, lifting my soul to a different atmosphere. Air taste clear, it’s easier to walk on these other kind of roads. Roads made of throwaway stones laid scattered in the dirt. Walking on this plain miles away in this illusion landscape. Eye’s colored different to search the skies for signs, signs not found easily. It whispers don’t fear these walking stones, the end is very near just on the other side of this plain. In this place you could speak the name of your secret home world, and then escape this illusion dream space where the forests are made of stone.