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 They wanted to land their eyes on the beast that had to have fallen 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 I fell to the floor, And there was no one A victim of my own Thinking when I Hoping…. That when I opened He would have been Little did I know, I avoided all the |
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