Blood and Paper

Attempt to pound a crack into my writers block with the help of my ibanez..

The vines surround
The vines creep around
The vines hold me down
The vines surround
The vines they grow they grow
They sow they flow they grow

I’ll get me out of here
Cut me out of here
I’ll fight me out of here
I’ll get me out of here

The ice enfolds
The ice the ice its cold
The ice enfolds
Fogged breaths they told
The ice it grows it grows
It snows it flows it grows

I’ll get me out of here
Thaw me out of here
I’ll fight me out of here
I’ll get me out of here