Another Trip... Down the Snakes Hole?

So... ... ...

What was last written

Was a confession

undressing

a soul

of protected reflected cruel.

But... ... ...

As that soul fell faster

down that disaster

the Drink Me, dropped

into another hole.

A snakes whole hole... ... ...

Now ... ... ...

It sucks to get hurt repeatedly,

for reasons you don't understand.

But IF That Rose wasn't "That Girl",

That Rose wouldn't "Know who I am".

Confusion known... all too well

It's like a welcomed friend,

akin to a bell... jar.

Inside is welcomed misery,

an unhappy hell of kisses.

They're so sweet to an infrastructure-ly

unstable body

fitting so imperfectly

you can't help but get annoyed... by me?

But... ... ...

alas, it is asked...

Is it not, the words you speak

that crossed the infrared line

drawn in the quicksand,

that's had it up to here,

or more so down to there,

where... a foot is getting put down,

down hard on this forsaken land.

Because... The words spoken...

have been taken and,

written down bi-lingually,

drawn up officially,

chicken scratched out phonetically,

spoken logistically,

broken down professionally...

All by a welcomed friend named Lee.

(Whoops, my bad,

she gets so mad

when I write her name the lazy way.

Her name is really Ly,

but come on... written like Lee

the welcomed friend gets more popularity.)

And... what's worse,

you can never catch her in an actual lie.

~Sigh~ Shoulder shrug...

Even though, The welcomed friend

tries to get attached to everything.

It's just... well... silly <~

~Eye roll~ Posing tool... right!?!

Now,

...because of Ly...

more recently...

While thinking when it occurred

through distractedly distorted dreams,

life isn't what it seems.

Ly is a snake, very, genuinely fake.

Teaching that words are misused,

thoughts are missaid,

and basically...

life is a mirage we see so clear

we mistake what's really <~ real

Making feelings you may not want to feel.

Because...

through all of this thinking

we seem to forget

all of the little things

that become our regret,

unintentionally neglected oversights,

people we thought would always be there

Things we thought would never rust

love we thought would always lust

all diminishing to dust

causing...

shaming... for not being... perfectly on it.

Now...

Not someone of charity.

A Sea Demon... possibly.

I think, personally...

that's unfrilly,

non-hillbilly,

occasionally silly

obsessively vain

Philly... whose also typically chilly.

Comparable to Ly, herself...

But on a Griffins track... to be...

right hand to the queen?,

if a queen there did exist.

In that position...

Ly would hold That Rose as a Septar for Neutrality,

like a neutrally straight forward Rook,

who would strike when readily ... able?

Cause, it's said...

That Rose has rage that could calm villages

while Ly tries to con the truth.

To the tune of...

Drink me, drink me,

Drink me quickly,

that drink with which she'll drink

the one that consumes her completely

putting her

high

high up in a tree

calmly, majestically, swimmingly

Watching Ly singing while the crows

swarm over the carnage

of savagery

That Rose.

Ahh, That Rose...

Accepting brokenheartedness as payment,

and pounds of tainted flesh.

Now there's some beauty right there.

Other Sea Demons protected that beauty.

But... in really <~ real-time,

they protected what they didn't understand.

This is understandably so...

Beauty is beautifully and powerfully harmful.

Especially when swimming

to the top of the Ly tree

with her barbed wire crown

weighing heavily

with each inch

and always trying to outswim

the tight rope coming coarsely

for her throat

That rose, That Rose

cannot stand the barbed wires demands

No one

wants to be savagely saved

from what they feel

un-destined to do

but surely

that rose, That rose

understood her predetermined destiny

If only Ly could give in

and sit pristinely on her stage

and listen to what That Rose thinks of her ..

what would Ly do if she heard

What would Ly say if she heard

what That Rose thought of her,

because maybe Ly isn't

doing what's right

Maybe the weight

of the crown

and the blood flowing down and around

out from its barbed wire beauty

are causing her to have

narrow vision

for only her vision

Ly motherly vision

placed this burdened crown on her own pale head

She always wanted to raise That Rose

to be valiantly and vigilantly against exotic quests

But it is seemingly

just a cracked volcano

of malevolently flowing lava

threateningly determined to end the sea

By explosively exploiting loopholes

in a charred mind

that flips sea glass

to pass time

Silly little devilish Rose

can't you see

even minutely in front of yourself?

This is Ly reeling realm

and your not queen yet

just a little fish

still tangled in Ly wire.

This made That Rose bleed

How could she be the Sea Serpent Septar, straight-laced, vigilant, valiant, neutrally standing rook rooted to the depths of the sea for her mother? ...When she was sinking like a sick pirate ship taken out by Moby dick

~Oh my

did I just dream

what my conscious mind

won't acknowledge

Oh my~