Two Snakes
Rick Maguire
Sink into
Woolgathering on
Blood you could pour out
And never feel it’s wrong
Try and cut your teeth
On a heart ache you felt
And maybe it loved you so much
Maybe it disproved it’s emptiness
But with two snakes in the grass
I’ll never walk barefoot again
Maybe I should sit on it then
Could plan out my revenge
And smile on your shame
You just wanted something in/around you
I guess, I guess
I guess no one’ll get their wish