Like a serpent who quietly slithers on the ground
Quietly
You strike without cause or reason
Only to feed your need on your prey…me
And then
Unfelt
Lives on
Whilst I lay there bleeding
Dying
Wondering why you have forsaken me
You who were my friend
You who are that very serpent whose eyes
Uncaring
Ignore the pleas I hath spoken
And yet
Nothing
With eyes seeking, imploring the very depths
Of your soul ask…
Why?
Quietly
You strike without cause or reason
Only to feed your need on your prey…me
And then
Unfelt
Lives on
Whilst I lay there bleeding
Dying
Wondering why you have forsaken me
You who were my friend
You who are that very serpent whose eyes
Uncaring
Ignore the pleas I hath spoken
And yet
Nothing
With eyes seeking, imploring the very depths
Of your soul ask…
Why?
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