If you’re ever bitten by a snake,
Do you follow it, to blame it for the poison?
No.
But the reptile is now inside of me,
Its venom degrading through my organs,
Filling me with its poison, rushing in my veins—
Like shadows crawling under my skin,
Each pulse is a reminder, a hiss in the dark;
It coils deeper where no hand can reach,
Nestled in the chambers of my heart.
I am the pit, I am the cage,
Where this creature reigns in silence, in rage.
My blood is tainted, thick with its lies,
A slow suffocation I cannot deny.
Do I dare tear it free, this serpent soul?
Or has it always been me,
Wearing the mask, paying the toll?
Its teeth buried in marrow and bone,
An endless infection that tears me apart.
The poison whispers what I’ve become;
A menace, a threat,
The serpent and I are now bound, undone.
I cannot kill what I was born to feed,
This toxic kernel, now my twisted law.
No escape from the venom—I bleed,
For the snake within answers my call.
But I was pure, I was free,
Once a vessel of light, untouched by the tide,
Of darkness that slithers, unseen in the deep,
Where the serpent now coils, prowling through my dreams.
I was whole, I was clean, untouched by dread,
Before venom crept in, before I was aware.
Innocence cracked, innocence bled,
Now the snake in my chest whispers its prayer.
I was pure, I was free,
But purity shattered so easily.
A kiss from the fangs, a promise betrayed,
And all that I am began to decay.
Now the poison sings in my bones,
Turns to ash every dream I’ve known.
I reach for the past, but the serpent laughs,
Its tongue in my ear, its mark in my grasp.
Freedom was fleeting, a brief fragile glow;
Now, inside me, the serpent grows.
I was pure, I was free,
But the venom is all that’s left of me.
