i dont know what to call it

it about a forest and blood a little

trees
creep arcoss
the bloody stream
the warm steam rising
rising until death strikes us
gripping us by the barren soul
dragging us deep underneath the fallen ground
reaping our life away in the bellish depth
exeruciting pain that tortures our minds and our hearts
flesh and blood feeding the demons that linger
crying in tear there is no hope
no hope to be found ever!
life being torn apart everyday
with no one there
begin forever alone
only me
alone