The Rattle

Everyday I wake To the same old snake Waiting to partake In all my old mistakes Everyday I contemplate Taking the bait Until I can’t see straight Ignoring my abnormal fate Everyday I detect The weakness resting on my neck Trying to redirect The ways in which I reflect Everyday I portray The enemy, the prey I must obey Or I’ll surely pay Everyday I wake With that same old snake Hissing lullabies of ache It gives, it takes