at the bottom of hearts
hides a blind snake
with a lust for betraying
to suck from your beloved ones
a tongue armed with scissors
and a list of names to choose
it tricks your secret mirrors
to tells lies and never truths
it's not always this the case
but it seems as an escape
the tables turn
and you lose their trust
they hurt as much
you should never had heard
what the snake wishpered
in your swarm, your body falls
and your eyes tear from tears
your lungs crash
solitude