The twisting vine around my heart tightens
As green thorns shoot into my fleshless soul
I squint my eyes while jealousy heightens
Into a thought that never will unfold
My greedy love continues to torment you
This selfish angry monster hides within
You'll never understand the world from my view
Patterns of doubt will not let me pretend
The spear I hold is too small to battle
Nine coils of serpents wrapped around my feet
By the tree I hear a distant rattle
Despair lurks nearby waiting to take me
And when the vines are cut by your displeasure
I bleed out my new insecurities
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