Captured by the Serpent’s Tongue

In the island of snakes

Surrounded by fakes

But devoted life in the paradise

And controlled like being paralyzed

 

I hear your whispering

I see you appearing

With a blink of the eye

I was pierced by your lie

 

Your prevaricated voice

Leads me to uncertain choice

Making a disaster at my loss

And in the life of almost

 

Bitten by your foul shout

Rotten by your poison pout

Sealed the gift of the truth

And keep it in a golden fruit

 

The moment of your silence

Burned my presence

With a snap of the finger

I lost my firefighter

 

I bow my knees and fall

So my heart starts to call

But it is too late for a profess

And for a remonstrance of the less

 

credit to the owner of the photo.