The Man In Vines

Speechless as I gaze upon the vision of my dream...
Pondering thoughts, recollecting what it could mean...
I behold a man strangled, bound, vines a plenty...
No color graces his face...even his skin is empty
I look closer...words are present, who started it?
"Dead End Job", "Cheating Wife", and "Starving Kid"
Poor bastard, I began to think to laugh aloud...
...A sound, a bang, and then my head begins to pound...

I suddenly wake up to sirens and a dirty room...
In a blurring zoom I realize that I am thirty two
I shake my head to see my wife wasn't asleep...
All that bitch was good for was to lie and cheat
Took a cigarette and walked down to the kitchen...
"When I am famous, the bitch won't know what she's missin'..."
Popped some Tylenol to relieve a sudden headache...
"Maybe I'll make some breakfast before the kids wake."

But the cupboard was empty, there was nothing to eat...
Spent my paycheck last week on some liqour and weed
I was twelve when I smoked my first joint...then I laughed
Sat on the couch, turned on the TV and smoked some hash
High as a kite, time passed and then I went to work...
Ten to nine...fuck, late again, the boss would go beserk

I hated my job...I hadn't made any real dollars yet...
Only if I went to college, took advantage of my scholarship
If I would have went on, and just used my head...
Maybe I would have a real life, not just poverty instead
I used drugs when my grandparents died...such tragic losses...
Now I'm stuck in a crapshit office making plastic boxes...
I feel so tied down, it's like vines make my neck jerk...
So stressed out, no wonder my fucking head hurts...

Work sucks, boss is an ass, in the corner with a smoke...
"If I could go back and do it all over, I wouldn't be broke..."
I laughed...what a joke...nothing in life comes easy...
My hands feel tingly, my stomach and vision uneasy...
I shiver, maybe I toked too much, or eat the nutrients lacked...
A sharp pain in my chest......I was having a heart attack...
Ambulance is rushed to my work, I'm taken to the E.R...
Doctor says, "There's little time, find where his wife and kid are!"
I can't breathe, I can't speak, the fans begin to look like vines...
Only if I would have left drugs and alcohol way far behind...
Only if I had went to college so that I feed correctly...
Maybe now my body's main link wouldn't contest against me

The vision of the man in vines re-appears, now in truth...
I look to the right...a great vine is shooting from the roots...
The vine wraps it around the man's body whole...
I realize now that it's not a man....but one man's soul...
"Dead End Job", "Cheating Wife", and "Starving Kid" I see...
It could only be...that this man's soul was actually me...
But the great vine that wrapped itself begin to tense...
The words that appeared now, did not make sense...
"Dead Father"...but my father was still alive....
But then I realized that I was the one to not survive...

The realization hit me harder than electric waves...
My son's soul, he would follow my steps through-out his days...
Now I knew the hardest part of the phrase "Father like Son"
My son's life was ruined because of me, before it begun...

The vines begin to grapple me, slither across a wet head...
I couldn't believe that this was to be my death bed...
...A sound, a bang, a fear was entering my glands....

...The eleven year old screamed, because of the nightmare he had...