Misery's Comfort

February 3, 2007

The serpent basks in the warm sun
On the rock high above the valley below
On his face is the smirk of completion
Another soul lost, another forgotten day

There are no true servants, only rubes
Lapses of truth fuel the passionate strains
Lost in an instant of lustful and joyous pain
Servant of the serpent rises from the dust again

So very easy to find solace in the dim
Dark corners of the heart of love forget
Elusive salvation writhing in desire
Comforted by a moment's dark misery

Type: Poetry

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