VINES
I wake up and there I lay
With with vines all over
It’s like I’m dead
And not my normal self
I see a man
Who’s beard is as thin as a pencil
I try to get up
And I can’t seem to know how
I lay in shame
Knowing that I’ll never be the same
I see grass and flowers and trees
And hearing the sound of buzzing bees
A single fly lands on my nose
And why did he land there, nobody knows
I try to pick up my hand
But it is stuck to the flat land
Vines, get off of me
Vines, get off of me!
I really wanna stand up
While I see and rotten old cup
Realizing that’ll be me, rotten and old
“Hey, you ok”
*mumble* *mumble*
“Hello?”
*mumble*
*gasping*
Am I alive?
Or is this a dream
I think I’m alive?
But it’ll never seem
I get out of bed
And I go downstairs
My legs feel like jello
My little brother says “hello!”
I say hi
And I feel like I’m flying in the sky
This all feels like a dream
Wait, why are vines coming out of my head?
This is exactly what I said!
AH! *gasping*