Snakes to the left Snakes to the right They slither around And they squeeze you tight Venomous fangs Mortal pangs They slither around And squeeze with all their might Hidden in the grass They grasp for the life they want They slither around Counting the ways to end what you have An emotional emp A not so beautiful disaster piece They slither around Snakes to the left Snakes to the right They want to squeeze you tight
i was told to water my silly little flowers even though they've withered. they bowed down, all the way to the silly little ground. but i think i should just cut them, deprive those stupid snakes of life. because the dead flowers bit me, and their poison still runs in my mind. sometimes, i think that the unseen flowers of evil will be the last thing i'll see.
so, god help me, if i don't deprive these meaningless flowers