From what jungles of the world
have you slithered your way to me?
Have you crossed the Amazon, the Atlantic?
Just so you can devour me?
Maybe it is your lazy movement,
enveloped in scales of melancholia.
Or the way you carry yourself
like a hungry constrictor boa.
But it feels so surreal the way
you cloud my judgement
like the mists of Krakatoa.
Where have you brought this fever from,
that burns my clothes each night?
You must tell me If I am ever,
to at least put up a fight.
I know I'm weak to crave you,
But it's a charming venom that
gently melts my insides away.
I've been told a million times
to shut you in a zoo inside my mind
But you always seem to get away...
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