Outlook plagued by apathy
The damned ambulates toward the forest
Corpses festoon the path, swaying in drift with the breeze
Whispers from Aokigahara
Free falling, for a brief moment.
Beckoning voices shrieking, cackling
The damned ties the noose with a smile
Toss the rope, begin the climb, short though binding
Whispers from Aokigahara.
Free falling for a brief moment.
The forest calls to you.
The forest calls to us.
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