Creeping, slipping and slinking

Over your skin, through your fingers

A satin wrapped serpent

And his fangs of poached ivory

Dripping venomous music

Black as a fall to the bottom,

And neon colors, from sleepless nights

Stretch your arms out, now,

With your palms to the sky

In some silent prayer and curse

He ripples down your arm,

And pauses at the scarred skin

Which lays, dead, over your wrist

You hold your breath; it works

As he strikes faster than death

He releases his venom into your veins

And drifts off as blue incense smoke

But you are left, pupils round

Heart beating wildly and hands shaking

A skeleton grin at this euphoria you've found