Snakes

Their eyes hide behind scales
Seeing nothing but memories
Behind a flickering tongue
Tasting greed and opportunity

Blind becomes a temporary asset
Feigning confusion to strike
At the heat of the unaware
Wrapped up in the myth of sight.

Seeing isn’t knowing for victims
Of placid looks and perceived safety
Lying what appears to be dormant
Decay festers within all

It’s here the dance of ignorance
Blinds the seeing eyes of optimism
With the pulling nature of weakness
Which all survivors use as a tool

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