Lost in a forest of purple trees,
buzzing around, green man sized bees,
stingers so long they wield them swords,
one just stabbed me, oh my Lord.

Swirling thoughts as poison takes hold,
darkness looming, pain untold,
blacking out for an unknown time,
waking, naked covered in slime.

No arms, no legs and hooked to tubes,
small gray creatures skin is smooth,
they have no mouths nor no eyes,
in my mind, I hear their lies.

Hums and clicks and pops surround
mechanical devices all around,
needles drive into my eyes,
screams of pain but all inside.

Mouth stitched shut no sound comes out,
although in agony I cannot shout
at my limit, I pass out cold,
as I wake up I feel old.

Safe at home in my bed,
all must have been in my head,
I lift the sheets and go to stand
I have robot legs and hands.

Screaming now I try to run,
out the window that's not the sun,
insanity looms inside my brain,
suddenly I'm filled with shooting pain.

Days later, but the clock says hours,
I get up and hit the shower,
feeling great and spirits free,
but what's this scar on my knee?