Camouflage of misery

I tread into the woods, Dark and deep, With the silvery moonlight, Dropping down the leaves. I wear the camouflage, Of misery as my shroud, Hiding from myself, Hiding from the crowd. Embracing the empty in me, I fill my lungs, With the moonlit tranquility, But still hide under the blanket, Of unattainable daydreams, Pining...