garipov

I'm a reptile,
Eye being covered by scales.
It's pressing close to the blind eyelid.

I'm a reptile,
Becoming slow and cold.
I feel deeper, curling round.

I'm melasse,
Gluing eyes up, flowing unhurriedly, 
I'll become ember with a silly fly.

I'm melasse,
Finding my way through everything, one can't wash me down,
Without leaving a sweet stain.

I'm a vase,
Responding with a sonorous song to a snap.
There are meaning and value to my emptiness.

I'm a vase.
Only when broken I'm beautiful.
Immortal snakes live in my bottom.