Serpents Surround

So these bruises you left still linger here, confused and bitter, hovering fear, trusting sincerity whispered in my ear. But it’s me that believed truths that were lies, the painted picture of an imaginary life, insinuations of darkness changed to light. When will I ever know what to believe, when promised integrity is blatantly deceived, and nobility is slowly but surely grieved? It’s a mystical abstraction in an ordinary world, reality broken but still moving forward, leaving casualties and pain fiercely ignored. So I look to myself and play the same blame game, iniquitous words like bullets wound my brain, singeing my spirit with an everlasting flame. While you just move on to the next helpless flower, a blameless soul to disintegrate and devour, with your egotistical counterfeit power. With wounds still smoldering in this make believe war, protection the only answer to aching scars, living the solution behind life’s perpetual bars. So my soul will just stay here where it’s safe and sound; ignoring the voices of the serpents that surround, forever in eternity my heart despairingly to be found.