Twin snakes berthed on the wrists One born of innocence, one born of sin One lies asleep, the other awake With a lidless stare and a restless ache
Tongue twists between forever and for naught The heart yearns to reach the momentous, often cited fraud ‘Impossibility,’ the serpent screams ‘The unproven disease’
Slithers on the spot In perpetuity With a ceaseless speech I follow completely
In my wake Is dust and death The once conscious snake Has become rotting flesh Upon my right The other stirs Fat and swollen, it smiles Calling itself sin
11:40pm, July 15th 2013
An unexpected suicide, brought another being to life We **** ourselves, time after time Seeking truth, sating only disappointment