snakeskin

Compose yourself
Whilst green sweat
Tries to impose itself
Engaged in her
Poison
A zombie undead
Some characters
Are messed in the
Head
The yelp and the scream
Won't promise the dream,
Let's make it a line
Your no mother of mine
I don't want your stories
Don't want your noise
Don't want to engrossed
With a hollow voice
Your words leave
Limbs numbs
From the lies that
You tell
You shall never ever
Lace me with spell