constricted by an ophidian
i slither away, just to live
is this where new life begins?
is this where i shed my skin?
bitten by fangs of chagrin
where to win is to never forgive
hiss with this abyss within
i'm living in a pit of sin
with my vision wearing thin
venom is a gift to give
i slip beneath the rocks again
this is where i shed my skin
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
constricted by an ophidian
i slither away, just to live
is this where new life begins?
is this where i shed my skin?
bitten by fangs of chagrin
where to win is to never forgive
hiss with this abyss within
i'm living in a pit of sin
with my vision wearing thin
venom is a gift to give
i slip beneath the rocks again
this is where i shed my skin
*a snake loses it's vision or pit sensitivity of it's heat sensing pits before it sheds it's skin...so, it's pretty much blind until it sheds all of it's skin
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