Lizard’s Living

In this poisoned mind
Lies a rose coloured snake. It coils, and it
Hisses, squeezing all that good
and purity gently out
Through these holes so unnoticeable.
Like blood, I am drained;
A gold sky burns me and the
Water I drink freezes my inside.
I’m shattered.
Like glass – such dirtied glass.
Believe I know better: in all these
Delusional experiences, all these
Broken days.
That snake! It grows –
Lengthens with each lie,
More venomous with each disaster,
dancing inside me,
Puppeteering my mouth and these
Words! Hateful words!
This black serum infects, and
I am its possessor.
Spread, inflict… ooze out into other
Happy, sad little creatures and
Destroy everything they have.
I hold not the problem,
not the lies,
not the unhappiness,

but the answers,
Truth!

And that is my secret.
But no one believes me.