A primal sense of fear just filled my heart
And I\'m sorry, I don\'t mean to alarm
The ground is dark, and I wish to restart
Before Its lies have power to disarm
The deep, dark lake borders a sullen wood
A wind solemnly blows through the cold air
My eyes fail, or is hue misunderstood?
Or are my senses acutely aware?
My heart does strike with the beat of the drum
As I press through the tall, discordant trees
Oblivious to a low and sweet hum
The ground radiates a sense of unease
I\'ll keep pushing through until I collapse
The water, the drum, the colors relapse