Bitten, Smitten.

There was once a box.

And in that box belonged a snake.

 

It was the prettiest snake that one ever did see. People came from all across
the lands to just take a peep through the key hole.

They wanted to land their eyes on the beast that had to have fallen
from heavens sky.

 

I use to be a snake charmer, you know..

Was a gypsy that wondered from one heart to the next.

Walking across a bed of nails and pretending it to be a bed of roses.

I use to believe in nothing.

A nihilist whose only love was that of the unknown.  

I traveled far searching for this box.

Only I had the key.

 

The key I worked long and hard to get.

I prayed to the gods,

Paid them with blood sweat and tears…

Promised myself that when I finally got there…

I would savor every moment.

I would finally love again… be free again.

 

It should be as no surprise when I finally met with the box on

That beautiful clear day…

That upon opening it there was a snake…

Who inevitably bit me, as snakes do…

 

And as the poison passed through my veins…

Could I really fault the monster?

For all he did was
what behemoths do.

 

I fell to the floor,
the earth slowly devouring me.

And there was no one
to point the finger at…

A victim of my own
blinded eyes….

Thinking when I
opened that box,

Hoping….

That when I opened
that box…

He would have been
everything I had dreamed him to be…

Little did I know,

I avoided all the
warning signs shot out by reality.