Your tongue is a viper's friend
Caught in the noose of sharp teeth
And how your venom springs
Coils as fangs dig deep in
And the world is frozen in pain
But as I look around
No viper can be found
I'm just staring at you
Face to face
And so clearly this was not the case
Cold blooded killer found
Relief in the papers - all around
Evidence not quite true
Is it wrong of me to see such words and weep,
Ever haunted by an image of you?
How the laughter drifts around
Hellish to me - such an eerie sound
I crave for silent truth
But I see blood fresh and think
In thoughts held too long in the abyss without sleep
For dreams tighten your clutch you retain on me
And the marks are still bright
A crimson stain buried in feverish skin
How I feel its keen bite, a knife being dug in
But all I see is your smiling grace
It is not possible that this could have been the case
Although to my ears my heart sounds frail
My skin so deathly, so perfectly pale
A nasty taste ablaze on my lips
How long have I been stood here
Drenched in sweat and drowning in fear
Drinking wine in weary sips?
It burns all the way down
Venom in a fiery crown
But how it's sweetened by a kiss
Bitter love it is to love frozen lips
That kill the soul upon every glimpse
You're something evil alight inside
But with such a pleasant face
I know the days of the world have turned
I still know my place
My eyes drunken, low
In a stranglehold
Yet this cannot be the case
