Treasure Island

Christina C Sunrise

(04-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

RED EYED SNAKE


Poison in our head,
makes the red eyed
snake awake from it’s bed.

Yes, the snake that feeds on
your negative thoughts,
makes you think “their out to get you”
even when they’re not.

It all started in childhook,
when you heard the words,
“Don’t, your bad, and you should.”
Yes, the evil seed is planted then,

making your mind your foe not your friend.
So with emotions controlling your mind,
you lose control and wrapped up in twine.
Twine of the snake who controls you with poison,
like a drug you have not chosen.

Submitted: Saturday, June 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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Written by Christina C. Sunrise on Tuesday, May 24,2011

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