Poems

The Snake

Be careful, be careful

Be careful, don't slip

The more you ignore me

The tighter my grip

Check the time

Count the days

You'll not endure me

I have so many ways

So many ways to ruin it all

So many ways, but you won't cry

When I make you cringe, you'll realise

I won't stop until you die

I am not just in your head

I am in your soul

When you crawl into your bed

My work becomes a whole

I feast upon your mind

I gnaw at your thoughts

I make it more and more difficult

For you to connect the dots

People around you

The people for whom you care

All of them shall run

When what you have is laid bare

But not to worry, child

All of whom you care for

When you die a silent death

No tears of them will pour

All the girls you will ever love

All the kisses you will give

All shall be in vain

I make you do things no-one could forgive

I am the panic in your head

I am the fear in your heart

I am the sorrow in your soul

You and I will never part

I coil around your neck

My tail around your arm

No matter how you resist

You will inflict great harm

My scales are as dark as night

My eyes are as white as snow

My fangs are as sharp as swords

My venom delivers the killer blow

What you have is no condition

On that we can agree

You have no cure for what this is

All you have is me