In serpentine veins, a slither of glacial ooze,
A venom so cold, it chills the very muse,
It pulses through a chest where once beat fire,
A scorpion's frost, to sear and to inspire.
It nourishes the vulture, wings of night,
A raptor's gaze, a cold and bitter sight,
Its heart a desert, devoid of tender rain,
Yet thirsts for warmth that never comes again.
......
My travels start
Right here
Deep in my mind,
My travels take me just where
I please, I don’t have
To leave my warm room.
My travels start,
Sixteen, sun
Beating down,
......
In serpentine veins, a slither of glacial ooze,
A venom so cold, it chills the very muse,
It pulses through a chest where once beat fire,
A scorpion's frost, to sear and to inspire.
It nourishes the vulture, wings of night,
A raptor's gaze, a cold and bitter sight,
Its heart a desert, devoid of tender rain,
Yet thirsts for warmth that never comes again.
......
My travels start
Right here
Deep in my mind,
My travels take me just where
I please, I don’t have
To leave my warm room.
My travels start,
Sixteen, sun
Beating down,
......