Snakes burrow within this desolate hole.
Coils amongst each other.
Hungry.
I look down upon them.
They become motionless.
I have been noticed.
And in this epileptic moment, I'm frozen.
I can hear them speaking.
Forked tongues lashing in uniform.
This name they breathe is hostile.
This scene is just not possible.
I am the one, the body they speak of.
My stomach tightens.
Glares of rapid tongue in my saturated eyes.
The clouds above me darken.
The gate has finally opened.
Essence of static lights come through.
The snakes beckon and humble.
Without them, without this chant,
I am a lifeless tool, drifting.
Before I go back home.
I must make this known.
The snakes slither inside me.
Only they can hide me.