There we two snakes in the garden not one.
Oh what a terrible web we weave.
The butterfly struggling against the unforeseen web, desperate their wings buzz until movement is impossible. A tension lays until the small creature is still-then the predators slowly creep upon the helpless meat, tangled in its unforgiving net. A fate sealed by two.
In the depths of darkness we murmur in the silent mud. The sun comes out but we can't see beyond our own selfish desires. Entrapped in the suffocating guilt of association; we mingle. Sands of time run from the vase, spilling out over the table, softly piling on the floor. The last grains intergrate into the floor boards and disappear in the night. Leaving but a few sparkling grains to remind us of what we have lost.
A sky filled with stars, clouds over the garden as the snake slithers, softly destroy trust, beauty, life. The forbidden fruit plunges from the secret planet, falling through the limitless dark sky. Reaching for the perfect fruit that hasn't grown. That means nothing just shadows that moving across the wall. They keep you company but they dont ask anything. You send you fears to me, silently stalking me, dragging me into your worlds. Leave me cause i dont remember what we are fighting for. You have abandon it all for nothing but a grain of sand, an unripe fruit, a dance in the flame without a burn. But you have been scorched, among the shadows-where angels burn and devils and dance- you have scars all over body can you not see.
Why do we insist on searching for something that is never meant to be?
Don't trust a serpent for their dishonesty is limitless, and their desires unstoppable.