Cast shadows on a face
Crunching of a windpipe
Suffocating.
Music rolling on a broken player
'Round and 'round, repeating and scratching
Silent.
Knife digging deep in the calf
Thick, black liquid oozing forth
Pain.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep. -Frost