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The Serpent
Silvery moon, sword upon my flesh, trapped in a world unknown, paranoid of things to pass. All the flowers black or grey, for my eyes allow now beauty to be seen!
The hot sandy beach, the cold black waters, upon the shore. The serpent hisses, his fangs drip of blood, from those who came before me. His dark red eyes, make me quiver.
Some sort of spell, fals upon me, for i cannot take my eyes from his, making no move, the serpent than ducks below the water. Once more he arises, now face to face.
I see into the depths of hell. Darkness, hopelessness, fear, panic all come flying at me. Hoping this is all a dream, wishing for the morrow.
The serpent coils, ready to strike. Suddenly he disappears, some where in the darkness. All now is pitch black, I see not a single shape or light. All to be heard is the dark waters infront of me.
I feel a quick movement upon my feet. Slimy and quick, moving back and forth, all I see is two red eyes looking up at me. The serpent wishes to torment me.
No more tourtre, I beg of thee. Still circling my feet my feet. Once more face to face, dark red eyes and sharp white fangs, in front of me. Strike me dead, im better off. Try to stomp it, I do not hit, for it's much to quick.
His blood thirsty fangs, lodge into my legs, tearing away my flesh. Oh the pain, so intense. Falling to the sand below, somewhere in the darkness the serpent lurks.
Slowly the sun arises, I hear the serpent give a final hiss, just before he returns upon the sea. Now I lay in pain, wishing for death to take me. Now i just lay to die and rot.
I lie in this little cove, upon the sea. The salty water washes over me, burning each open wound. I beg and beg, still death will not take me. The sun beats upon me, baking flesh from bone.
The night skty comes, once again the red eyes surface. Motinless I lie, the serpent, slithers all around. Slapping me with his tail, till my flesh splits open. Sucking up the blood with his long and slimy tounge.
Slowly he lodges his blood thirsty fangs, into mt torso. Moving up my chest, with one quick motion, he rips out my heart. Lying bleeding to death, I watch my heart beat, blood dripping, that SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Maybe now Im better off, finally life is being sucked away from me. What a graet feeling, nothing to fear, no worries, just the peaceful feeling of being dead at last.
The hot sandy beach, the cold black waters, upon the shore. The serpent hisses, his fangs drip of blood, from those who came before me. His dark red eyes, make me quiver.
Some sort of spell, fals upon me, for i cannot take my eyes from his, making no move, the serpent than ducks below the water. Once more he arises, now face to face.
I see into the depths of hell. Darkness, hopelessness, fear, panic all come flying at me. Hoping this is all a dream, wishing for the morrow.
The serpent coils, ready to strike. Suddenly he disappears, some where in the darkness. All now is pitch black, I see not a single shape or light. All to be heard is the dark waters infront of me.
I feel a quick movement upon my feet. Slimy and quick, moving back and forth, all I see is two red eyes looking up at me. The serpent wishes to torment me.
No more tourtre, I beg of thee. Still circling my feet my feet. Once more face to face, dark red eyes and sharp white fangs, in front of me. Strike me dead, im better off. Try to stomp it, I do not hit, for it's much to quick.
His blood thirsty fangs, lodge into my legs, tearing away my flesh. Oh the pain, so intense. Falling to the sand below, somewhere in the darkness the serpent lurks.
Slowly the sun arises, I hear the serpent give a final hiss, just before he returns upon the sea. Now I lay in pain, wishing for death to take me. Now i just lay to die and rot.
I lie in this little cove, upon the sea. The salty water washes over me, burning each open wound. I beg and beg, still death will not take me. The sun beats upon me, baking flesh from bone.
The night skty comes, once again the red eyes surface. Motinless I lie, the serpent, slithers all around. Slapping me with his tail, till my flesh splits open. Sucking up the blood with his long and slimy tounge.
Slowly he lodges his blood thirsty fangs, into mt torso. Moving up my chest, with one quick motion, he rips out my heart. Lying bleeding to death, I watch my heart beat, blood dripping, that SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Maybe now Im better off, finally life is being sucked away from me. What a graet feeling, nothing to fear, no worries, just the peaceful feeling of being dead at last.
Published 3rd Nov 2013
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