Everyday as if the last.
I wake up to see, the fears of my past.
The things I protected -in silence- or so it seems;
fell to the bottom without being heard or seen.
Selfishly I cried.
Selfishly I lied.
Selfishly I replied,
"With all that I have done for you,
why wont you comply?"
Why give off such a devilish demeanor?
Why oh why did you make the heathens' snakes slither?
A whistle through the night as the serpents took flight,
as the the eyes of a child was filled with nothing but fright.
An emotionless tear,
then another,
and another.
As the child stood there,
then fangs,
and a bite.
The child laid there,
then red,
and a goodnight.