locked away, deep
in a chasm of sleep
shadows creep
like monsters
in our dreams
floating in circles
like hungry piranha
in a fountain, spewing
a dark flood of night
buzzing like bees
growing like trees
strong and fruitful
with fear
tipping the scales
over the rails
following close
wherever we go
they whisper her name
three times, in a bane
Mary Jane ...
Mary Jane …
Mary Jane …