The Screaming Tree

Come with me to the screaming tree

I will scream and so will you

We can travel down by boggy swamps

and forest paths amongst the bone graves

Centuries pass and screams are heard

So come with me to the screaming tree

Where the dead come alive and breaths are taken

Where lives are spilled, and worries are remembered

Where memories torment and the past comes to haunt

Come with me to the screaming tree

For I fear being alone

Time tells a tale when we're at the screaming tree

Oh please, come with me, to that fated screaming tree

For I will die there, and be reborn for you to carry me home

Love is nice but, in the end, I prefer death.

Wonderful death as dark as night...

as serene as the cold dark earth below

where the maggots do swarm and the roots entwined.

Below my beloved screaming tree.