18 October 2012
Black snake slithers round, Sending shivers down my spine He plants his seed into my ear It sprouts inside in no time.
The sky outside is greyer now, A smile doesn't make much sense The slimy tongue still whispers lies, The snake is always present.
The serpent's seed controls my head, The truth, a lie, I cannot tell, Substitutes thoughts, switches memories, The slithering snake changed my life into hell.
The serpent is my master now, His words are my belief, My breath is filled with his poison, Though his happiness is still my grief.
Words • Opuss № I