Strike me down with your cathartic wit

My memory haunts me well with it

With such quick wisdom, such blanked stares

You linger possessed through my nightmares

Disguised as a serpent, you slither past my eye

You tease me and torture me until my nerves begin to cry

Like a blow to the face, you savor my expression

As you tear through my bones with complete indiscretion

While you travel the highways of my being

You frighten the coward that is already fleeing

Away from the torment that wretches its might

Waiting for salvation to bring it to light

But says the passion of such a forbidden fruit

You lay dormant within you waiting for truth

To stand beside you and set you free

Though the white light before you makes you bleed

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