Twisted like vines
my mind wonders to other worlds
Post-apocolyptic society
No rules, No worries, No anxiety
Everyone does exactly what they please.

Along with my "crew"
we, the outcasts, rule.
WE are the untouchable.
WE are the untamable.
WE are the  unforgettable.

But oh! Who are you?
And why are you here?
You certainly are new to these parts my dear.

Now what shall we do?
Shall we lock you up?
You won't get out anytime soon.

Maybe, to spare you would be nice.
But WE remember your words,
and they were not at all kind.
Maybe you should think twice
before judging our so-called "sick" minds
that just happen to be twisted like vines.