Black Mamba

Terijo
Terijo
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read
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How are you?
Where are you?
Is life treating you well?
Have the demons left you drowning
while you struggle
still living
in the depths
of your chosen hell?

Who are you really?
Where did you go this time?
Will you return for me
murmuring another cacaphone
of already broken promises
hoping I might believe you
while you drag me down
like Hades did
Persephone?

I refuse to go.

When did you go
where you found your demons?
Why didn’t I see
the depths of your vicious venom
like the carpet viper
who makes himself known
with a strike felt only
as you lay on the floor
dying.

Why touch the soul
of one you don’t want?
Why start the flames
when it means nothing to you.
You have no fire.
No real desire
You are stuck in an abaddon
of your own making
and ever it shall be
that I can see
the truth of
what you
are

Black Mamba


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Wake the Red-head. G’head. I double-dog dare ya. Poet, Thinker, Mother, Lover… Friend. 💋

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