This Spiteful Snake

Reality—this spiteful snake, rearing its ugly head

Venom dripping from its grin

As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way

If given a thousand years to collect, to process, to portray

We could never encompass the voracity of one single day

Trapping us in its winding, its closing malignant cycles

A tightening coil to bind us, hold us tight in unforgiving embrace

Its all-engulfing jaws—infinite, boundless

Biting down on the dying flesh of hope

Its fiery breath levelling, dismantling

Flattening, tearing down the structures of our dreams

Overcome, defeated

Terrified, shivering, mute

Reality is terror—this truth is absolute

Reality—this spiteful snake

Shedding its smothering veil

A shroud to asphyxiate

Exterminate

Eradicate