fill my head with lies,
write these illusions on my eyes,
hold my hand,
as I get lost in this wasted land,
never let go of my palm,
with your whispers keep my calm,
my heart softly touch,
while you squeeze me in the cobra's clutch,
let your venom seep through my blood,
until I am dead, face down in the mud,
then give me the gift of breath,
and left me up from death,
as you shed your snake skin,
so I can fall for you lies once again,
and this once more can begin,
and I can smile, while you hiss,
waiting for your venomous kiss,
while imagining a love that never did exist.
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