Through the Dense Woods

Crawling bugs
Along the spine
You feel them
That’s what you’re think
Wolf howl in the ears
And webs in hair
Slobbering mouth of fear
Exuding stink
Through the dense woods
Woven branches are
A funeral wreath
Through the dense woods
Predatory suspense
Exposes teeth
There’s a devil
On your shoulder
You look through his horns
Pointless to run away
From demons
You wear your fears
Like a crown of thorns
Through the dense woods
Run run run don’t
Turn around
Through the dense woods
Cover yourself
Lie on the bottom down
Through the dense woods
Close in yourself
But it does not help
Through the dense woods
There you will be alone
With your fears