I lifted the cover of the snakes holding and held out my arm.
I'll just lie and say it got out on its own again.
I feel it's rough scales slowly skate up my arm.
Why did you show up in my nightmare last night?
That's not the place for you to shed your skin.
Don't dig a hole there, I can't win, I can barely even stand.
Do the work that I can't, crawl up my own skin.
I'm sorry the bloods on your skin.
I'll find a way to clean it up, don't leave me there to rot.
I don't have much to leave behind, I didn't wanna scar your mind.
Though that's not my job.
