Why did God create them?
To make me cry at night.
The world is covered in a shadow,
And they crawl inside my heart.
Tingling in my fingers,
but no sparkle in my eye.
It’s a wonder that they are here,
in a place that is so sacred.
Tell me to hold back,
I already can’t breathe.
Black vines wrapped up in my soul,
Of all my worries and your fears.