Two Snakes

Sink into

Woolgathering on

Blood you could pour out

And never feel it’s wrong

Try and cut your teeth

On a heart ache you felt

And maybe it loved you so much

Maybe it disproved it’s emptiness

But with two snakes in the grass

I’ll never walk barefoot again

Maybe I should sit on it then

Could plan out my revenge

And smile on your shame

You just wanted something in/around you

I guess, I guess

I guess no one’ll get their wish