Teaspoon of Treachery

The snicket smiled salty sores swore stabbing at our antics,
With ME! With its arm around ME, we smoked we drank we dreamed of romantics,
And their bloody eyes and noses and mouths and heads,
They droop, dangle, as though sewn on by threads.

For past practice proves me prudent and yes maybe,
I am still only a student
But I'm still allowed to pretend, am I not?
Let me continue.

Death hung underneath their eyes in bags
And if its let out if pecks at my eyes my mouth it gags.
My eyes it blindfolds, my oxygen it lags,
It teases and taunts and listens to the brags
From not me, oh no, them. And their army of illicitness,
Also blindfolded in an attempt at some wickedness

Although you wont pass me, us,
And our friendly snicket.