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His guts are exposed to the naked cold, 
Spilling out from this futile state 
Of a sickly, leprous sedation. 
Scattered around this concrete alley 
Lie the once-beating shards 
Of your shattered glass heart. 
Where - he found himself - a stranger! 
A stranger in that malevolent dream 
Where serpents choose to dwell. 
All the while 
the wind hisses in shrill, fork-tongued whispers... 
Still 
He labors day and night 
To pry open the jealous adhesive 
That fastened shut his love. 
Still 
He fights the meek pariah, 
Starves the parasitic worm, 
And curses the stern, false Judge. 
And wonders where he's gone, 
The man you once adored. 
All the while 
the wind hisses in shrill, fork-tongued whispers...

Where Serpents Dwell