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I died my hair bright red the other day; now my curls are poisonous snakes. Twisting, turning, tangling. We know that in nature, bright colors mean posionous.
Why is it that I can sense a snake in the grass and will run in the opposite direction but when I felt you inching closer and closer to me I watched you like a National Geographical special, a child mesmerized by the carnival rides
Watch those eyes,they'll pierce holes in your soul. Watch that smile,It'll cut your heart in half. Be weary of that walk,It'll stop the oxygen in your lungs.
Infinity Eternity That is your fate Around and Around You spin in a fruitless effort To consume Yourself Why? Why do you wish To destroy your existence?
If I could change any one thing, It would not be hard for me, To choose to change what we think, of anything scaley. Im talking of course of reptiles, Snakes and lizards and turtles, oh my!
Know the molecules flowing in the air, We breath the oxygen but we dont see where, Know snakes sneak to their evil lair, But we don't see length of the evil hair, Know the effect of the unfortunate lies,
Days Flash by. Each busier than the last. And nervousness snakes in. Anticipation grows. Excitement lies in wait, strikes out – swallowing everything whole.