A beast in the jungle
voiced by a lion and a thunderous rumble
Lurking in those shadows,
like dark thoughts on the low
In a sharp mind's fields of thought
Never once cut your lawn

With feelings like a well,
getting deeper and deeper

But it quickly gets boring,
especially when you're alone
As the imperfect incursion
invading your mind
—for a brief moment, she's a UFO

You chased an animal
that clawed it's desire in your flesh
Feasting on your youthful exuberance,
a mother hen to you,
feeling comfortable in her nest

But now...

Your tears taste of dew
an overdue time to cry

In due time,
not knowing what next to do
A cracked mirror of self reflection
in those glass eyes

You know longer recognise yourself