STRAND

The way you charm is till i am not myself
Thinking you were me,except myself
I flay and display my skin
One's coil is like a rope to tie the otherThe more we move, the more it tightens
Swallowing one's tail up by oneself
We found ourselves
When i vomit my poison for antidote
You lick it with forked tongue
No more time
No more place
Then, I have entrusted my life to you here
Don't look at back
Even if you hear my hiss