There's a darkness 'round here, there's a path that leads into the forest.
She saw a man without a face, with thick black hair and a suit of gray, a dandelion in his lapel and fingernails that stretched from here to Hell. And the water fell from around her knees, in that guarded places amongst the trees where that faceless man would lay her down, dandelions and pine needles all around. He lead her to a silent stream and there they stood in the windless breeze, their feet planted firmly in the grassless green. The sun and the sky were nowhere to be seen. The dark forest became engulfed in flames and no one heard her scream in pain as those fingernails fell through her flesh, the faceless man laughing at his prey.
The wolves howl for the moon to light her way. The birds fall silent once again. And I wish I'd been there by that stream.
Oh, Anna, you know it's good to try and leave this all behind, so Anna, take my hand. I'll lead you from this lifeless place. And Anna, please be good. Just close your eyes and try to see the filament by taken the wind.