The deep deaths of the forest

The greeny deaths of deep,

Make me scared of sleep,

Many deep scary monsters,

As it starts to get darker,

The birds are flying away,

As I find another way,

The pines start to fall,

As I fell to the floor,

The sound starts to get deeper,

The way I found a sleeper,

Inside there's a man,

Besides him there's some sand,

He blinded me with the colourless dirt,

I ran away in a hurry,

The way I started to spurt,

My legs start to bury,

I get deeper and deeper in,

I scream in a hurry,

The monster starts to begin,

They tried to BURY,