(But For This Place)

What is this place,

Where I sleep?

Rocky walls,

Curvéd blades,

Neat, thin slices.

What is my body,

Where is my soul?

I seem to clutch to 

False dreams, 

Poisonous words

Falling from my lips.

Charming snake smiles,

Wide and full of teeth,

Suffocated in your sleep.

The End

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