Entrapment

I’m throwing up flowers,

I’m bleeding out leaves,

The Vines, they crawl, suffocating me

The smoke coming from my ears,

Fogs my spiderweb threaded head,

And the Flames,

Lapping at my roots,

Destroy nothing but my last hopeful shred

Wish-wash and pan at the river,

Hopeless highs doomed to die,

I counted my seasons,

Failed attempts to wither The Vines,

I should have payed closer attention,

To my fertilizer supply.