Serpentine

Spitefully, you lied to me

and I believed your contrived deceit

so I will leave this finally

and try to see what lies beneath the twisted thorns

Withering away, a spirit takes its form

Crumble and decay, where treachery is born

Burn, in lifeless self-defeat

of what you will always be

Forever incomplete

for what you have done to me

Your fangs are in deep

and you haunt me when I sleep

Your fangs are in deep

and they haunt me when I sleep

Your fangs are in deep

and they haunt me when I sleep

Spitefully, you lied to me

and I believed your contrived deceit

But now you will burn, in lifeless self-defeat

of what you will always be

Forever incomplete

for what you have done to me

twisted thorns – intertwined

twisted soul – serpentine