Sometimes, I open my eyes to behold a jungle

Hollow trees with winding roots long enough to make me stumble

The quiet gets overwhelming and then I hear it

Maybe I should run as my human instinct predicts

But I keep a keen eye and a steady ear

whilst I hide in the shadows near

Then I am struck with a chilling view

A hungry pack of wolves snacking on their latest meal

I hold back a scream and bid my body to retreat behind

When I hear a low foreign voice in my mind

Bidding me to join and take whatever I can find

I hesitate immediately, wishing I was back at home

With nothing but family and my addictive phone

But first, I need a plan to escape this nightmare

Perhaps if I join them, they will lead me out of here.