Camouflaged

Uncoil yourself into a slow slither
justifying every scale you will shed
The microscopic patterns look bitter
camouflaged in colors of grey and dead
Retreat every step back to the cold stone
where smaller prey remains vulnerable
to fangs ejaculating hot poison
and the pain becomes intolerable
Defend your flesh against the intruder
whose stealth and coyness will whisper you near
Premeditate a quick and soft murder
slice the forked tongue tasting of lies and tears
Beware the serpent sleeping on his spine,
He'll suffocate you with false space and time