the most recent time i was here was when i had escaped the demon in my truck by somehow pushing my mind and body into this place , but there was another time when this place was real and alive and vibrant with color , when the dark sky didnt bring total darkness , when my friends and i frolicked under the moonlight and fell asleep amongst the pines until the day i was murdered , and my blood ran as cold as the heart of the man who killed me .