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A few semesters ago, I took an english writing course. My english teacher allowed us to turn in poetry, stories, anything to do with literature for extra credit. She approached me in the South building while I was waiting for my College Algebra class and asked me if I would write a poem about matters of the heart. For a happy, upbeat person, she really liked my dark style of writing. She entered it into a contest. So I thought I would share it with everyone else. :)
My Serpentine
My only desire was to hide
To ebb the ache inside
I can hear the voices laughing at my demise
Forced to walk alone
Broken into pieces like my only home
Nothing left of this man
Nothing left, not even pride
My memories thrown awry
I feel like it's eating me alive
Helping me die inside
Nothing but remnants of a broken man
I feel I've done all I can
This infection was just a lie
I've lost all the vital parts of me
Feeling the light, sense of smell
No longer blind but I cannot see
Of these consiquences I can't repent
A path I cannot believe I let myself follow
All you were was a serpent
Just a shell, so empty and hollow
I believed you again and again
Never again can I hide
In the shadows of your genocide
This is one memory that won't be lost
I am an infection that must die
And I will take you with me
No matter what the cost
When youre on the edge and falling off
It's so hard to make yourself stop
Just when I thought again, I could feel alive
The world around me simply up and died
I couldn't save myself in time
Wound so tight I can't define
My heart is serpentine
