A Snake
I do not want to die.
A temple alone
Gods so beautiful and worshipped
But I so beautiful and cursed
Do they hurt?
Do they weep?
Do they ever feel, as damned as me?
Cool water, light splash
Never have I laughed, in a way like that.
Blue eyes, soft gaze
Divine grace of sympathy.
At last, someone listens to me.
My first friend.
...
Wind turns to roars
Waves become rash,
And I,
I crash.
This is not how it goes.
Beauty should not be owned,
Or indebted,
Or manipulated,
Or told to be quiet,
When it begs to be let go.
A tsunami, we both crash.
My tears cannot erase,
Immense jealousy, beyond the human race.
With a crown of venom.
A murderous stare.
No one can look, no one can stay
No man, no woman, no friend, no enemy
May call my name.
Alone.
All because I desired to share my pain.
If I had known I would have ran away.
Jealousy broke my heart,
Lust silenced my soul,
Power took my voice,
A baby grows on its own.
I wish it could live, like I never did.
But it will run its whole life.
Until it drowns,
To beautiful blue eyes.
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