Serpentine

Serpentine

See the dogs come running
Smelling blood now.
To an open sore on a parasite
Countless hearts have fallen
Hard to number-

Damnation's whore
Looking for a victim tonight,
With an angry soul
And wicked design.
Your will cannot endure-
As your heart is torn away.

You were caught up in the moment, all alone,
While I harnessed the light
Though you felt cold inside
You told yourself, it will be alright,
And gave up control past these warning signs
Now your heart is serpentine.

Damn what you have become.
One of them now-
Just an open door
Dark desire burning
In your blood now,
With a tortured soul.
And honest design
Your will cannot endure
As you turn serpentine.

-Sleeping Forest