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It's an age-old question..

Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

You keep feeding me lies

As I'm on my hands and knees

I can feel the animosity -

Radiating from my core.



You don't care anymore,

It's all a game now

Like it's never been before,

Danger and deceit lie around every bend,

Every corner I'm peering around,

I can feel your stale breath down my neck



Like venom, it spreads through my veins,

Pumping into my heart - - fear

The familiarity of it all maddens me

Trapped inside your  never ending play.



I'm choking on all these unfulfilled promises

Yet I keep swallowing them all,

On hands and knees

Keep tugging on your sleeve, asking  for more

Begging to be forgiven of these sins



Until the day I realize it won't ever stop

If I try to bite, you cut me off from my source

And destroy me ten fold

It's an age old question,

Will you bite the hand that feeds you?



Suffer on the ground, slither down

With the rest of the snakes in the dirt

Until you rise up again

And find another hand to feed you

what you need

to survive