Jungle Fever

The acid rain drips slowly through the hole,

Onto the barren wasteland of my soul,

The fungus filled jungle that is my brain,

Causes me agony and tremendous pain.

Lightening flashes through my eyes,

And thunder ripples the darkened skies,

As I'm engulfed in an all consuming storm,

The dark winds of hell distort my human form.

There's no escape as the blanket wraps round,

And the driving rain forces me to the ground,

Pounding and pounding millions of drops,

Forever and a day it never stops.

Cold turkey's a bitch but the end is near,

Though facing reality fills me with fear,

The voices are screaming in my head,

I can't face the future I'd rather be dead.

Just one last rush for old times sake,

The syringe is poised like a venomous snake,

As it strikes with precision I reach for the sky,

The reaper grabs my hand, it's time to die.

© A S May 1988