Vines

Vines, like snakes,

Winding round and round

Stealing the life out of its benefactor,

Why do I feel the snake-like vines slithering up my legs?

Crawling towards my stomach, my chest, my arms

Slowly inching towards my neck,

Slowly taking my life,

Slowly taking my ability to walk,

Slowly suffocating until my mind goes fuzzy and blank

Fully submerging me, and crushing my bones

The vines invade me,

Invade my stomach,

Invade my lungs,

Invade my heart,

Invade my mind

These snake-like vines

Cover me as if a statue from the days of old

And I'll be forgotten