I watched you drink mom, drink yourself to sleep, and I hear you dad, the slam of a door that you would never walk through again.
This scarred me mentally, but you can't see that, because just as the silent snake I was, I had to shed my skin.
The skin I shed though, it lay under my pillow, waiting for my head to rest against it, ad whisper the despair of the past, and haunt my dreams.
They beat me, I felt every lash off their tongues, every lick on my body, but your drunken eyes couldn't see, because I shed my skin, and only I can see, under my pillow, behind my eye lids, in my dreams, how can you sleep at night?
They took it from me, my innocence, my virginity, they took it all away, days on days, repeated, a skin I can only shed once, such a young age, but again, under my pillow it all lays, and all I wish, was that I could tell you.
The shedded skin is decaying, it reeks, it's nasty, it's killing my brain, it's killing me, I have to let this go, I have to shed it all away, maybe it will be better then.
It wasn't better mom, I shed it all away, a silent snake, but dad, I wish you were here to kill the snake, the snake of my past, it re-incarnated, and formed all together, to follow me, daddy, please come home, this snake isn't so silent, and it's snipping at my ankles, and its rattling on about how it will never get better, mom, dad, please listen, listen to the rattler, and his story, because it's the only voice I have left.
