Trapped

The languid, malevolent snake surrounds its victims 

It dresses as a harmless vine

Evades each dictum

Its amusement is to destroy mine

I find myself in an elaborate trap

Entombed within its coils

My way inside is impossible to map

Inevitable is my toil

The snake is tranquil

Waiting patiently for my demise

Bemused as my sanity rots away

I do not have enough strength to rise

I feel quiescent

Fate deems me to be

I have enough strength to smile 

but not enough to flee

Black dots danced in my eyes

Deriding me in my pain

Everything I do leads to vice

This is more than I can contain