This flood of snakes. The breeding lies. Existence of unjust. Spewing falsehoods as they crawl. Assassins of one's trust. First you slither. Then you crawl. Damn the flood. I've come to end
What's the trick? I wish I knew. I'm so done with thinking through. All the things I could've been. And I know you wonder, too. All it takes is that one look you do. And I run right back to you. You c