Isoflurane - Rob Chapman

A story for those by the wayside

A dream left to chase for the lost

The edge of the woods is the border

From where none come back, once they’ve crossed

The ghosts of the forest in summertime

The spirits that wait by the wall

The voiceless that long since ran out of time

They wait for the whole world to fall

The world fades to black as my eyes close

For now paranoia will rest

The ghosts of the forest in summertime

Have come now to end my regrets