Thorns in my eyes
I’m born among flies
In a shrouded surprise
Of a forest of lies
Where the trees block out the sun
Eternal night is lit by the gun
I have no time to be stunned
I must run

I tried to sunbathe
Unscathed
But gun spray
Led one way
To my brain
Becoming insane
In pain

I was indeed roused
From my treehouse
Once their breed browsed
My need for clouds
A lumberjack
Plunder attack
Sunder stacked
My world to black

I tried to go hiking
But met a Viking
Constantly striking
To his liking
I wear sleeves of leaves
And greaves of weeds
That don’t impede
What makes me bleed

I cannot track
All the attacks
And trajectory of flak
Hitting my back
So I hide in a hollow log
In a disgusting bog
From bloodlust dogs
Who are simple cogs

The cunning demons
Lurk in tree limbs
And breed sin
To feed in
Through the canopy
Of their insanity
I cannot see
Any humanity

The porous forest
Forces
Wild horses
Onto mild courses
For they can’t see the forest through the trees
And what they do see is from their knees
As they beg and plead
The gods of greed
Who have them treed

The evil tree branches
Summon an enchantress
Who can incant this
Closed fist
I use as a machete
To cut down the petty
Like they’re light confetti
For a fight I’m ready