# The Dying Snake

Author: Elian93
Tags: Depressing, Love, Poem, Poetry, Sad

#4 of Poetry

This poem was deeply inspired by my sad love towards my first crush.

As an evil snake I bit and poisoned many

Fed on the thrill  
Never realized that I could be different  
I became very ill

I was truly despicable, horrible and heartless  
I was the ice of night  
But then I tasted the rich taste of true love  
At first I felt my fright

It was so strange and so odd, so opposite  
My heart melted  
It was at its unease and frighten state  
Taken for granted

I felt your gleam of heat when you talked  
I wanted more  
I began to see the world from another view  
I began to adore

I deeply cherished every moment with you  
You didn't knew  
That I wanted to share my life with you  
Together we flew

I wished to give you everything you wanted  
And so I did  
For I lived to make you feel happy and glad  
But something was hid

As the wonderful days went quickly by  
You found out  
That I was a man of true disgrace  
I began to doubt

For the first time in my life I felt terrible  
Like my victims  
As the Beast I was I hid in my hideout  
In great sickness

I wonder if I will feel your warmth again  
as the star you are  
I feel cold and I've wandered for so long  
you have become afar

I've never felt such loneliness and solitude  
so malicious strong  
With many things I tried to fill the hole  
Repair was beyond

I began to feel a quenchless threat and rage  
Rampaging through dark  
I lost myself into the deepest abyss of regret  
Hoping to see a spark

My rage was born through my inner sadness  
Wanted to abreact  
I turned more evil but acted through emotions  
Heart began to crack

You fled in the time of the night, heard of me  
I wanted you back  
My heart began fail, sought for a source life  
Energy it began to lack

I kept myself alive through sinister lust, desire  
Falling slowly apart  
My rose of love began to wither slowly  
Readying for depart

My mind was slowly distorted, saw lies  
Mistrust took roots  
Now I was truly a lone wolf, an outcast  
I was false, a refute

But forever I'll remember your soft nature  
Your gently touch  
My inner heart steadily slowed, dying  
It was too much

I decided to kill my only living flame, myself  
To escape, to be free  
I couldn't take it anymore, life is cruel  
The failure was me

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/A1pMVkle
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