Crimson tears run down my cheeks, Yes my wound runs through that deep.
Stabbed then gutted from within, the hurt is great/like hell & hate.
Short period of happiness, long period of Resolution.
What if Vengeance becomes My Weapon?
Guts sewn back in/ leaving venom/ intoxicating veins/ burning angry /extracting pain.
Will I then become the deadliest of all snakes?
You believe I am Snake Charmed/ with sounding words of flute-like rhymes/ Ruby red my eyes will shine.
Once you’re sure of my entrancement/ One sudden graceful swerve & upon your jugular falls my sweetest poison.
Agonizing death for My only, is all that is left.
Satisfaction Rises like volcanic fury & lasts just but seconds.
For this Queen Cobra rather live with venomous guts & a venomous heart, than live without the one She Loves.