The Vines

I am a shapeless mound of flesh,
That forgot how to be perfect,
I forgot how to be human,
How all the nerves fit.

Forgot how to pick myself up,
Forgot how to feel,
Forgotten what's a dream,
And what, in fact, is real.

I dreamnt last night,
At least I think I was asleep,
There was something at the foot of my bed,
Something going into my feet.

They felt like vines,
Moving their way through me,
They made it to my heart,
Where they fit perfectly.

They picked me up,
Brought me to my feet,
Told me it would be fine,
Told me not to retreat.

And then I felt warm,
And completely at peace,
It felt something like love,
And I was happy, at least.

-Sir Jestro