Snakes
The ones that like to strike at the weak
We see them everywhere we walk
Hunting for their prey until they find new blood to seek
They wait for the perfect moment to bite and poison
Or the perfect moment to snap and strangle
But it doesn't change the outcome or the reason
The sense of superiority and seat on the throne
Could've been that they were just scared
Maybe it was wounds that accumulated on their own
Did they ever turn back and think about what they've done
The choices they made and the effects
Do they know that they were the one
The venom that drips down the fang
The venom that seeps through their veins
The venom that needs to change