Classic Stockholm Syndrome (Snake)

I thought I knew everything a snake could say

But here you came and said everything I needed to hear 

Sucked me in to your twisted world 

It took me years to see the truth. 

You slither in

Forked tongue tickling

My ear drum 

Saying things Id never say 

But I was under your spell

Your illusion of truth 

Classic Stockholm syndrome. 

My father would cut your neck

My mother would get the shot gun

My dog would shake you to pieces 

But I didn’t let them in

Although they weren’t wrong 

What else could a sad soul stealer like you do

Only rape any innocence I had left within me

And ignored my pain, Sycophant 

I’m just glad this horror was brief. 

You creeped in

Cold blooded fool

At my side

Leading ways I’d never go 

I continued to ignore 

Friends who knew you better

Classic Stockholm syndrome. 

My father would cut your neck

My mother would get the shot gun

My dog would shake you to pieces 

But I didn’t let them in

Although they weren’t wrong 

You’re snake...

Cut your neck

Get the gun

Let the dog

Shake you to pieces. 

Free me of this

Classic Stockholm syndrome