Serpent clock.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
Serpent is this time well spent, slithering towards the hole?
To hide again, waiting for prey to walk where you can stalk. So lets close the curtains and talk. I have many things to assault. All of which you default, to not know. What is about such sharp words that you find unattractive. Is it the fact I caught you in the acts before and while standing in. Pretending to smile, to your self. Pretending to be happy. Pretending to heal, while you can. But it's too ugly, when you standing in the mirror. You desert me. But from time to time. You mock me. With phone calls, from no where. No where you want to be. Such an ugly scene for you, an injury you won't make it through. It looks like you slipped and fell into a guillotine. (Roped you in.) But no you're not beggin to get out. Its the drug you can't do without. A shot for the mouth. To weaken you. But no you're not working it out. Lick stick and plunge, the needle in. It what keeps you. Sleeping with sin. Pretending to smile, to your self. Pretending to be happy. Pretending to heal, while you can. But it's too ugly, when you standing in the mirror. Look in the mess, toiled with razor wire and metal with fire. Where the medicine is of dead tissue, consume and be new. Looking every day, eating the part of you, that you just threw up. But no you're not beggin to get out. Self destruction you could do without. A shot in the mouth. To weaken you. To numb to speak, it'll have its way with me. A pawn now forever she'll keep. Once a beautiful boy, now doesn't speak. One who used to not be so weak. Now with out his anesthetic he is weak. Without her poison he is bleak. It must have been her new victim this week. Serpent this time you robbed from the innocent. Slithering to seduce and introduce.... The poison on (to) (his) your lips. © 2008 Lee W. DeasonFeatured Review
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