Were there reason to suspect treachery
I do not know
mind has become lost in an awakening
thus senses dulled
were it normal such a flip flop of the senses
I would think me safe
as it were I find me tossed into the dark
wondering what curveball may my way next come
I am lost in the Amazonian jungle
waiting for venom to strike out
naught in this secluded wood could be serene
or is this my paranoia talking
but I know this game
Jumanji let us dance
it is your turn to roll the dice
I am watching afraid, confused
what intention could be that
of a python stalking a mouse
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
Were there reason to suspect treachery
I do not know
mind has become lost in an awakening
thus senses dulled
were it normal such a flip flop of the senses
I would think me safe
as it were I find me tossed into the dark
wondering what curveball may my way next come
I am lost in the Amazonian jungle
waiting for venom to strike out
naught in this secluded wood could be serene
or is this my paranoia talking
but I know this game
Jumanji let us dance
it is your turn to roll the dice
I am watching afraid, confused
what intention could be that
of a python stalking a mouse
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