Saturday, January 23


The cold snake slithers all over me

It leaves me to choke

Surrounded in its coils

I feel the blood stopping

My body is turning blue

I am going numb

I can't hear the voices

Will I be able to feel again?

The coils are strangulating me

But I see a beautiful halo

The light is neither warm nor cold

It's just bliss to see it

I see the snake over my body

Wrapped and coiled

And I feel free of the grip