Slowly walk
Through the woods
Feel how it breathes
Take a spill
Into the dirt
And wait for a rise
Smoke fills my lungs
And mirrors are broken
Needles are covered in dirt
In Detroit's forests
And run in time with the sun
But you're fading
Sinking in smoke
And left for theta
Passed by time
In yellowed notes
Appatent to fade
And your hair
Will smell like smoke