The Long Long Path of Wrath

You can't remember where it was
Has this dream ended
The snake was filled with gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch back then
The sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was young
She had dark red hair, and pale, soft skin
Now,Run to the mirror
look!
she's coming
I let my cheek slide up
The cool smooth feeling of blood
Feel the good feeling of pain
I cut myself, again