My will allows this sadness to unfold:
uncoiled anger, resentment and deep fears
slide into me and tongue fuck my remorse
inside a darkened room where you're not here
The sex and silence shed from serpent scales
are dead in piles of dust upon the ground
I feel the venom pierce my heart like nails
but never will I utter one more sound
I take the vile creature into my arms
attempt to soothe and drain his greedy needs
but something breaks his false and shady charm
and then he strikes me -- leaving wounds that bleed
For years and years without healing in sight
I slowly die from each strategic bite
Ahh the poison that is so hard to refuse,so easy to ingest...
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