Snakes

by DragonRebornedInBrokenMirror   Oct 29, 2007


Hearing hisses of those silent killers
that dwell in grass in my lungs,
feeling hisses of those silent predators
and I am falling fast.

Falling fast...

Bells sing awful melodies to my fragile ears
reminding me on all that I've done,
reminding me on my sins.
On the screen the teeth of apathy dangled.

Falling fast...
Falling fast...

Matter of fact, I was the snake once
in my beautiful, dreadful last life
but I don't believe in reincarnation anymore
so I ended up falling fast.

Falling fast...
Falling fast...
Falling fast...

and I laughed at my funeral.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Not

    I love the ending of your poem.its kind of scary in a way but i like.!!!=)

  • 17 years ago

    by The Queen of Spades

    I am intrigued by this poem but not as captivated by it as I am of others that you've written. I think the section you put it under might be a stretch. It begins like you're discussing a companion but then it becomes darker, and more like an introverted poem. Either way, good language once again and haunting piece.

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