Snake

She's a venomous snake wrapped around my throat.

Her obsidian scales reflecting the flames of my burning Heart.

"She doesn't bite," I said,

While I felt cold venom enter my blood.

Her demonic eyes lure me to the shadows,

And I can not resist.

Like the Ocean of Blood, her stare

Gives me a frightening death wish.

Her tight grip drains my lungs from air,

And leaves me hanging pale.

I've tried to warn my Soul of her,

But no one hears a dead man's tale.