A poem - The snake


21 Feb
21Feb

The snake


The snake is roused

Unknowingly I welcome it

It travels inside of me

Depositing the dark vice

Most harmful

Until I break

I need to poison it

In order to control it

The potion however also poisons me 

There in my body it sleeps

Until it gets stronger

Wakes up to my devastation

I become ill again

20Feb
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