Lost...

I'm standing alone in a forest. It's dark, even as I raise my hand in front of me, it vanishes into the blackness. This place used to be one of light, a clearing full of flowers, but now, like me, it has lost its vivid life, the thing that made it whole. It descended in a single moment, into a pit, where nothing good, nothing light could ever be.

I take a step forward and stumble, feel the harsh earth below tear at my hands, scent the metallic blood that seeps from the tattered flesh. That should be yours, that blood, only you should draw it from my skin, but I have left you at the edge of this forest, in the light, while I ventured forwards. If I had known that the darkness would swallow us both, I would have kept hold of you, but I thought you'd be safer outside of this place.

I kneel in the mud, raise my gaze to the starless sky and I hope that soon you will stumble upon me and together we might bring back the light.

This bleak forest is my soul, without you.