Rattlesnakes

Caught myself
Stuck on repeat
Can't get away
From the rattlesnakes at my feet

Confused the signal for the noise
Or was it the other way 'round"
I blame this tainted atmosphere
For the slithering on the ground

Few bullets left
Always save one for yourself
Underestimated the danger
Of keeping my soul on a shelf

About to end before i'd begun
Disjointed narrative
Alone in a unitelligable metaphor
Nothing left to give