The Vines

The vines

cover my window.

No sunlight in,

no one looks out.

The vines

cover my wall.

Faces not visible;

their smiles gone.

The vines

cover my room.

My world disappears.

I'm unable to move

The vines

cover my hand.

I watch as my life

walks out on me.

The vines

cover my face.

Invisible to the world,

no one sees me.

The vines

cover my brain.

I can't think.

My eyes come to a close.

The vines

cover my heart.

Turning black with

no light; no life.

The vines

cover my body,

burying me,

making my grave.

The vines

cover the ground

nothing, but vines.

Everything's dead.

The vines

wilt away, dead,

leaving nothing behind;

leaving only dust.