Serpent chase my stench
of fear slither and slide
in shaded corners so the
shape that is seen is not
this trembling silhouette
I fret and listen for that
rustling sound feet are
clamped to the ground
are you near or close around
have fallen far from grace
at a rapid pace this sorrowful face
Had it all now chased by that
hiss that crawls a cold blooded killer
inner demon consumed my joy
this frightened boy
Fragile are our dying passions consuming
without noting consequence lady luck
abandoned me as my end draws near a
lone tear holds the wealth of my dwindling
fear in death
Rigor mortis has enshrined my totality
encapsulated by a final expression that
speaks volumes to the knowing