Serpent 

​There are serpents that crawl and vermin’s that brawl

Walking amongst us and talking inside thus

Sometimes we need to call bustersnot realizing that we are ghosts carrying our own corpse
I try so hard to run in the dusk

But its so difficult when poison radiates from the sun

Soaking my heart in

I am just a small boy crying

For anything other than flowers in roots
The devil is my thoughts

While angels on my back

Scratching through

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