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Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Snake



Your life is a sham you poisonous fool
Words twisted and bent like a misshapen tool
Feigning love and affection with blistering charm
Forged from hatred and angst, designed to becalm
Play the role of the fool, why don’t you
Plunge the blade that is cruel, why don’t you

Unending trickle of feigned joy and emotion
Your vitriol hides behind cloaks of devotion
Misguided direction you offer the soul
Led down the stairway to an empty black hole
Play the role of the fool, why don’t you
Plunge the blade that is cruel, why don’t you

Beguiling the innocent with unfettered wit
Charming the delicate with a word and a quip
Feed on the tendrils of a slow beating heart
Festering bitterness you’ll rip it apart
Play the role of the fool, why don’t you
Plunge the blade that is cruel, why don’t you

Soul stripped to the core and exposed
Your triumph in shame unopposed
Your sham of existence moves on
New hearts to be found come the dawn
Play the role of the fool, why don’t you
Plunge the blade that is cruel, why don’t you

© Fergus Martin
2012