As she swings me dear
Towards a dark forest
Bad fumes, choreographed moves

I see her grin and turn again
The picture is so clear
In the forest of her mind

In the dead internet
The animals are quiet
Now a dark forest, black forest
Twas cherry-red and evergreen

The most bitter girl that I have seen
With sweetest stories in darkest days
A morbid sheen, slicked red with
Where she’s been

The bodies she’s buried
Red cherries, all weathered
She skims just cream
A kitten playing
But I’m scared and feathered.