Crouched beneath the bleeding trees,
I wait the time of darkness.
Why me? Why here?

A hold it does have on me,
the tree sucker.

Cloaked in black, riding the night
It bears with it an awful fright.

Scratching at the darkened bark,
Gnawing to the juices.
Sucking at the dark tree milk
For a taste of life.

But he is me
And I him am.

Taking life from the trees.
A forest of blood to swim in.
And I am drowning.