Your gut says «turn away and walk back the way you came»
That these woods are not for those, awake
I watch your feet step through the fallen leaves
And I hear your heart by its broken beat
Then I smell the sickness you've got in you
And I understand the reason why you came to me
And I understand why you're not afraid
You called my name out so I showed my face
And the birds in the nest of my hair started fluttering
And I held your wrists, bound your hands up with fine sand
And told you to trust me as though I were your enemy
And I sank my teeth in to your ribs
And drew out the blood that had turned on you
And left you to find your way back home
And I told you to guard our little secret well
And to never try and find me again
Because the next time you step beyond your walls
I'll be gone