The Snake
Like a sharply dressed snake
So cool and tatooed
Come with me he said
Looking with his shifty eyes
What a glorious creature you are.
Beckoning you into his scheme
As the lies roll off his tongue,
So easily with out effort
He steals your heart and soul.
He dances like rain on a cold tin roof
Not aware of the heartache hes causing
He's so arrogant and aloof.
He leaves you so cold and confused
Not possibly still alive,
Empty...Cold... Dead
Like the darkness inside his soul.
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