Deeper I go.
Into the forest.
Where no one treads.
No one who cares.
The trees cover me.
The grass cushions me.
The light is up ahead.
It calls in a sweet voice.
I follow.
I look up.
The voice turns to a shriek.
I turn to stone.
DEEPER
Deeper I go.
Into the forest.
Where no one treads.
No one who cares.
The trees cover me.
The grass cushions me.
The light is up ahead.
It calls in a sweet voice.
I follow.
I look up.
The voice turns to a shriek.
I turn to stone.
SUSANNE LEIST 