It's a terrible thing, this image I see,
When crawling through brambles,
On hand and knee.
There I am, in darkest night,
With my only weapon
My Ray O Vac. flashlight.
Shining the light, slowly ahead to see,
I see my friend, looking back at me.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.