Branches break my skin like teeth in the dark Every step bleeds iron, every breath leaves a mark I built this prison with my own two hands Now I crawl through the forest where the nails still stand The roots are sharpened, the bark is alive It whispers my failures, it feeds on my cries I thought I could bury the voices below But the ground spits them back, and they’re begging to grow Forest of nails, pierce me, impale me Every wound screams louder, but it still won’t save me Forest of nails, bleed me until I’m bare If there’s a way out, I can’t find it anywhere The trees are screaming, their faces are mine A thousand reflections in splinters of pine Rust on my tongue, rot in my chest I dig my own grave, but the forest won’t rest Dragged through thorns that know my name Every scar’s a sermon, every prayer’s the same Hammered down by the weight I concealed This crucifix path will never be healed Forest of nails, pierce me, impale me Every wound screams louder, but it still won’t save me Forest of nails, bleed me until I’m bare If there’s a way out, I can’t find it anywhere Suffocate in silence, crucified in bark Your halo’s just a target glowing in the dark I gave you redemption, I gave you my skin And now I walk barefoot where the pain begins Nail me down, Bury the sound, Feed the forest, watch it drown, I AM THE GROUND. Forest of nails, pierce me, impale me Every wound screams louder, but it still won’t save me Forest of nails, bleed me until I’m bare If there’s a way out, I can’t find it anywhere This forest is me. This forest is mine. Forever impaled, In the silence of pine.
