A creeping cobra
Snaking through my mind
Poisoning my thoughts.
It feels like a thick rose stem covered in thorns, snagging away at my
Stopping at a door marked
It peers closely
With piercing yellow eyes
Hissing with delightful mischief
It slithers past.
Trapping me in a tortured world of self-loathing
Claiming my vessel, undoubtedly, as it's own.
Weakness by selah
Poetry » General Rated: K+, English, Poetry & Drama, Words: 74, Published: 2/24/2002