It twists deep into my tangled roots,
Tightens its grasp on my soul.
Dark unease blooms, and flows through my veins--
Poison is taking its toll.
As a smothering agony builds
Sending tendrils to my heart,
Acrid stems creep down into my lungs
And tear my bronchi apart.
A crooked branch needles up my throat
Piercing my lips with a gash.
As the pain of silence rips my core,
My mind crumbles to ash.
Gnarled roots puncture crimson organs,
Bruises stain my skin with blood's name.
Tangled vines creep upon my weak face
And sanity bursts into flame.