Kill the Suckers
The vines are taking over,
Unstoppable at their rate,
Like monsters in the graveyard,
Or something from outer space,
Green with sticky suckers,
Grabbing all insight,
Don’t venture down that pathway,
They lurk there in the night
Wrapping around your body,
Strangled is your fate,
They beckon as they call you,
To stop your circulate,
With telepathic thought waves,
The cemetery a quiet place,
So if you’re very curious,
And want to take the chase,
Chance your luck one evening,
But I suggest you up your pace,
Don’t hang around them gravestones,
They'll bind you in that place,
But just in case you’re helpless,
Alone for goodness sake,
Take a pair of scissors,
Kill the suckers lace.
27/09/2016
For contest Broken Wings
Overgrown with vines
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