Despair
Here dwells a snake,
one thousand miles long.
Coiled,
one thousand miles deep.
Eyes like candy...
it has eyes like candy.
Hard and blue,
but soft as kittens feet.
Out of sight or in the element of light.
It could be a devil,
it could be an angel...
with spiders inside a vision of hell.
It's spine is a vertical scream.
Slow as concrete,
blurred as a dream.
It spins round and down,
fueled by despair.
It's soul...
a twisted wreck of despair and pain.
The spiders inside are just praying for rain.
Killing time killing time.
Praying for rain.
One thousand miles deep.
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