2004-02-22 / 6:22 p.m.
Vines

Vines grow on my ankles

Bind me to this plane

Stillness in the madness

Entrancing offers of sloth

Shoulders that twitch

Arms weaker still

Let out the demon inside

Hold it to the light

Accuse with pointing fingers

Growling in my stomach

Tremors in my soul

Wrapped up in you yet

Just let me go

Off into the darkness

Off into the depth

Swim to the horizon

Glimmer in the sun

Slash the vines that hold me

Too pretty to be caged

Possession dulls the senses

Dim the lights and say goodnight

Somewhere else tomorrow

Don't know where or when

But landing will bring me free again