Creeps

It creeps not like a thief but like an ivy up your leg
it slept in the soil where you were born
it flowered on your bed
you listened to it scream
while it ignored your cries
it doesn’t care what happens, it just cares why

It hurts not like a knife
but like a pin in a butterfly’s wings
it burnt up your garden
then laid down at your feet
it gently touched your face
before blackening your eye
it slept in the soil where you were born
And it will watch you die

It creeps not like a vine but like a friend you shouldn’t trust
behind your back again and again
hiding in the brush
with a book of matches
and a bottle of wine
guess it’s all in flames again
it just came to watch you die
it just came to watch you die