Dead and Twisted

I live in a forest surrounded by dead twisted broken trees
No people or animals just grey clouds and a cold heavy breeze
I like the sense of danger and not knowing what to expect
I like the dark nights, shadows lurking, any noise is suspect!

I like the crows that watch eagerly from above
I have never experienced anything more to want love
I have become comfortable in the cold rainy days
I have become happy in my un-happy ways

Killed from the moment I could breathe
And in a happy ending you want me to believe?
Anything alive that enters my forest runs from me
So here in my dead forest of twisted trees I stay but free
I have all the space to do what I want and be what I want to be

But still alone and misunderstood, confused in the wood
Leave? I am trapped in this way; I wouldn't be here if I could
I was designed by my surroundings that moulded
Now the truths come out and all the creases have unfolded

I live in a forest surrounded by dead twisted broken trees
No people or animals just grey clouds and a cold heavy breeze.