Растование

Even I, 
 one april night may die.
 Deep and wide,
 all [bad word] dry.
 It's [bad word] 
 lost in the woods.
 The front of my brain,
 gets calls I can't convey 
 a calm oceaned voice
 that echoes 'round the void.
 It's [bad word] lost in the woods. 
 It's [bad word] lost in the woods