Serpent lies Pg, 10-7-03
Coil around me.
Razor-sharp fingers
Intertwine around my neck
Strangling me.
I feel empty
Yet filled with hate.
I am only a black heart,
That is always,
Haloed in thorns.
A.N. I know it's short and all but I don't know whither I should make it
into a longer poem or a song. Give me a little fed back on it. Should I
leave it, make it a longer poem or a song. If anyone gives me his or her
opinion then I'll try it.