Lying in bed
With the cover on my face
You stand in the corner
And start to pace.
We're in the dark
And you start to run
Run at me
With a gun!
You shoot
And miss
Reload
And hiss.
Wiping the venom
From the wall
You strike again
And fall.
I catch you
For you to shoot
And strike
Through my boot.
You pierced my boot
And my skin
The venom inside
Me wins.
I'm dead
And you ate
At me
Full of regret and hate,
I'm a snake
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PoetryBe what you expect, not what others expect. Be who you want to be and what you dream, not what others want you to be and not what others dream you are. If they won't see you for who you are then they are the ones who have to change themselves and th...
