Hands and Snakes

His hands slither smoothly evil, slick, pale snakes glimmering in florescent lights his ring, I wore it once a different lifetime another me he has no power here I've grown too strong I will not fall back into those devil arms those hands of snakes I have grown too strong too strong I will not, I cannot fall the white powder coating his snakelike hands mine shake the desire for the powder, the needles, the pain for his hands the cursed embrace pleasures of the damned his lips whisper words I don't hear over the scream of the powder the lust for the high for the fall into his devil arms his hands of snakes