Mortal Tendril

Fighting against this cruelly puzzling maze,
An entangled mess of spiky vines,
Slicing away at your frail skin.
Menacingly laughing a silent laugh,
Mocking your failing struggle.
Seeing no escape,
None even made by the mischievous eye,
You continue on,
Tears streaming uncontrollably down your face
While the vines stare,
Admiring their work - your "tears" a crimson red.
A tiny tunnel of light
peering amongst the thorns,
Healing your hopeless mind.
As you approach the sliver of life - your means of escape -
It disappears.
Diminishing into nothingness
in-between the treacherously tangled green.
You look around frantically
As the verdant splinters sprinkle about laughs and ploys
atop their hysterical target.
Ware of your raving state of devoid hope,
You surrender to the vines' immortal cravings.