Jungles
- They are coming with the needle
- They think they are being kind
- Sending me back to
- The jungles of my mind.
- There are creatures in the forest,
- I can feel them closing in
- Screaming in my mind
- In a brain jarring din.
- The fire is burning well
- Sending out heat and light
- Keeping at bay
- Those creatures of the night.
- But what will happen
- Should I fall asleep;
- Will my fire die or
- Will its protection keep.
- More wood on the fire,
- Pinch myself for pity's sake,
- Keep the blaze burning
- Keep myself awake.
- The creatures are leaving
- I can feel them draw away
- As through the tree tops creeps
- First signs of breaking day.
- How big is this forest,
- How long can I survive,
- Can I reach its edge
- And leave this place alive.
- They slide the needle in
- An act they think is kind
- But I am trapped screaming
- In those jungles of my mind.
