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ou're poison to me, poison I say Why do I continually engage you? Your visage and physique manifested out of delta dream The menacing realization you're a viper perturbs me
Tongue and scales concealed-shrouded in finesse I'm almost driven to the brink of madness To comprehend your completeness of complexity Does the sun set as you plot against your prey? Do you join yourself with kinsmen conspiring intricate schemes?
What is this I become witness too; an elaborate layout to ensnare me? You make love to my eyes with my most cherished flowers They permeate the air in your dwelling embracing my sense of smell in sweet rapture Your cunning I see, how dare you! Chocolate catches my glance in the distance laid about like carrots just behind the trap door, your door.
I become a casualty of war as you draw near, welcoming me Pulling me against you, I turn away but dissolve against your broad chest, viper Internal conflict arises as I try to push you away I've rehearsed this repeatedly; I don't want this, no please! I've rehearsed this repeatedly with my kinsmen
We wrote the vision and made it plain But gradually I become your spoil I had my weapons drawn but they crumbled like slate My foundation flickers like a candle flame against a consistent breeze
I've heard about you, viper The fetid stench of fractured hearts disgust's me A discarded path of damsels you've caused distress stains your hands like blood You've engraved each victim in your conscious like trophies, what's my position? I can't release myself from your clutches, why? Do I want to be conquered? I have to face me
You make love to my ears, your lexis ricochets Through my head smoother than satin against silk I can't fight it anymore, I'm weary with desire The end is near, in a moment of truth I resolve and lay down my defenses; my weapons in defeat
