40. In the Woods He lives (Metal)

Follow the path Where no birds sing Where love wears teeth And the forest remembers He came in silence, dressed in gold A promise carved in stone No name, no home, no history Just eyes as cold as bone He said: *Come with me* Into the trees Where roots drink blood And truth won’t breathe The ground grows quiet The air pulls tight Every step Feels wrong tonight HE IS NOT A GROOM HE IS THE KNIFE HE IS THE HUNGER IN DISGUISE NO RING, NO LOVE JUST MEAT AND BREATH THE FOREST KNOWS HIS NAME IS DEATH A house of stone, no window light No warmth, no sound, no prayer An old woman shaking in the dark Whispers: *They kill them there* Bones in the corner Hair on the floor This is not marriage This is war HE IS NOT A GROOM HE IS THE KNIFE HE CUTS THROUGH FLESH AND CALLS IT LIFE NO GOD, NO LAW NO MERCY LEFT ONLY SCREAMS BURIED IN THE DEEP BLOOD ON THE TABLE SCREAMS IN THE WOOD FINGER FALLS RING STILL SHINES LOVE IS DEAD THE BEAST SURVIVES Ash on her face, she plays the dead Heart pounding through her chest The forest tries to keep her bones But fear makes her run best She carries proof She carries truth One small ring Against the noose Not every monster wears claws Some smile and ask your hand Not every vow is sacred Some are graves you never planned HE WAS NOT A GROOM HE WAS THE LIE A WALKING GRAVE WITH HUMAN EYES THE WORDS COME OUT THE RING HITS WOOD THE CROWD GOES STILL THEY UNDERSTOOD The forest stays The dead stay quiet But truth Cuts deeper Than any blade