Watch the blood runs down your skin,
Little drops in race to win.
They will never back or swarm,
Reaching floor, reds splash the home.
Lunacy invades the brain,
Nerves are calling mind in vain.
Struck with fear, almost blaze,
No painkiller found in case.
Meet the eyes of serpent,
Listen to the sinner,
Set your heart on burning,
Breathing toxic fever.
Scent of edge divided
Serves to vengeance seeker,
Getting soul excited
Venom makes you weaker...weaker...weaker...
Your tormentor hear no words,-
Saw and surgeon - body corpse.
You're ensnared, nothing's left,
Pain and torture have been blent.
It's too late for S.O.S -
Sound returns to sending base.
You became the prize on shelf,
This collection - pride and pelf.
The Eyes of Serpent
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2016
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