It slithers up my toenails,
Its scales sinking deep,
I wish to close my eyes and rest,
But it doesn’t let me sleep.
In its reptilian eyes I see,
That paining, burning sin,
Of feeling for your lying smile,
Now it slithers to my skin.
I regret having met it not,
But I regret what I must do,
To give it all the vengeance back,
That I once got from you.
You can always shed a skin,
I can either fight or run,
It slithers to my waist up now,
O! What have you just done?
I sink in your hateful lies,
These bruises cause me pain,
It slithers to my shoulders both,
I feel it all again.
I can escape; I hope I can,
But I’ll fight it, you can run,
Coz tonight I know I’m so much more,
Than the worst you’ve ever done.
So when it slithers up my head,
Its not something I’ll forsake,
Coz no matter if it’s your hate or love,
A snake is but a snake.
Partly inspired by ‘The Ballad Of Songbirds and Snakes ‘ by Suzanne Collins.