My mind has withered
My heart is tethered

Thorns replace memories
Crows replace canaries

As I grew up
I began to fear my future and my past
Monsters that I cannot see

My dark thoughts are vast
Like vines they wrap around my mind
Confined and entwined

My heart has broken
There is no key to set me free

This Garden of Eden rests and infests
My distress

For now I will repress
There memories

Till these vines digest
Whatever is left of *me