Vines

My body tembled in fear From the vines drawing near Twisting and coiling around my waist As sickening flowers bloomed with grace Messy pollen and poisioned nectar Cover my arms and legs like a projector Leaves strewn about in my hair While strong scents pollute the air Voices are quickly closing in Begging and yelling at me to sin Cold hands and warm touches Caress my cheeks into soft blushes Laughs and jeers ring in my head While chains wrap at the foot of my bed Vipers and vultures surround me Squeezing at my whines and pleas Wings ripped from thorns that bruise my back As roses fade from white to black They drag me down to the endless pit Of misery and doubts to uplift Woo is my pride as it droops low As the flower is tangled in a tight embrace While my eyes are covered, and thoughts replaced My fear does not break from these vines That wipe my tears and push me behind