Snakes Invade my Space
They wear suits.
They appear friendly.
They stab your soul and act as you’ve harmed them.
Their lies are accepted by those who look akin to their reflection.
They wear burgundy, they dress professionally.
They spread lies – faster than coronavirus.
They breed and multiply, they outlive the good ones. It’s like they never fade away and die.
Snakes slither around my feet, acting weak and in need like their life is deep and unseen by Unique.
They don’t strike out and bite into my Achilles muscle. They slither back and report I stomped on their heads. The slither by again, slower than the first time, they smile as they’ve successfully poisoned the ignorant heartbeats, within my space.
A group of snakes can hiss the same shit, they can do that daily. This does not equal the truth being reiterated by one.
A pit of snakes slid through my path, they tricked the masses and smiled at me during the process. Upon reflection, I now realise your life was never more than an insignificant birth.