down in the forest











                             down in the forest shoe stories
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lilimurato
lilimurato thank you so much.
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TW: mentions suicide
The prompt "tree house" suggested by @medha_gautam.
Honestly, no description for this story/poem. But I think if you know twenty one pilots well, this might make a little sense. Anyway, hope you all enjoy:)
Like almost always, inspired by two songs, "Trees" and "Forest" both by twenty one pilots -
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down in the forest

i can see your face hidden among the trees

i can see your face hidden among the trees i'm standing in the view of you

i can see your face hidden among the trees i'm standing in the view of you so why won't you speak to me?

so close i can feel your breath down my neck

so close i can feel your breath down my neck wrapped around the rope nearly taut feeling my awaited death

so close i can feel your breath down my neck wrapped around the rope nearly taut feeling my awaited death silence in your home i just want to hear one word instead of standing in fear

i want the courage to simply see to tell you

"hello"

if only it was so easy to talk back and tell you the same

if only it was so easy to talk back and tell you the same but how much would you take my words into consideration?

if only it was so easy to talk back and tell you the same but how much would you take my words into consideration? i want to be more than heard

if only it was so easy to talk back and tell you the same but how much would you take my words into consideration? i want to be more than heard i want you to truly listen

you don't seem terrified simply lost and desperate

you don't seem terrified simply lost and desperate i know, all too well how that feels

you don't seem terrified simply lost and desperate i know, all too well how that feels yet i feel tied to this tree house many see as a gift

an oasis of imagination both see a better place than this forest holding their souls on string

an oasis of imagination both see a better place than this forest holding their souls on string reality or fantasy can't tell anymore

reality or fantasy can't tell anymore

a white haze i smell gas on my hands it can't be real

a white haze i smell gas on my hands it can't be real i didn't plan to do this the situation's grim imagination flickers in haywire

a white haze i smell gas on my hands it can't be real i didn't plan to do this the situation's grim imagination flickers in haywire what's bringing me back?

you singing "hello"

now hands are clasped slick with gas raised high in the air

now hands are clasped slick with gas raised high in the air soon we'll be on fire the flames licking our shoes

now hands are clasped slick with gas raised high in the air soon we'll be on fire the flames licking our shoes and greet the end singing what no one's wrote

"hello"

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