The House Of Vines

In the House of Vines

There's no need for stairs

It's the herbs, you climb

To traverse this lair 

Like a giant's hair

In the House of Vines

It's a tangled snare

That keeps prey entwined

On the beds, you'll sleep

In a strangers arms

And you will not dream

Nor need an alarm

In the Vine's nest, warm

It's needs you will meet

Like beasts on a farm

You'll be forced to breed

In the Vine's abode

I think you will find

Visions can corrode

Victim's fragile minds

Like cracks from fault lines

Or fissures in roads

Vinegar and lyme

Your brains folds are soaked

In this House of Roots

Where you'd sought treasure

You'll kick off your boots

Give in to pleasure

But, you are the loot

Trapped here, forever

Where freedom is moot

A doomed endeavor

You've nothing but time

On our flesh, plants dine

But that's well and fine

In the House of Vines