In the forest of the night,
where everything is so tangled and twisted
Where many paths I take hesitantly,
yet never taking the right one.
Breathing the air of poison unwillingly
I amble along this spiralling track,
of my snarled up existence
I oscillate in action simply to evade, from
dips and ruts that seduce my unsteady balance.
Forlornly seeking joy but feeling betrayed.
Searching a sparkle in my night filled mind,
as my nemesis hides ready to capture.
I rush manically from side to side probing,