Constriction
Constriction
The love
That holds you tight
Within its grip
And refuses
To even let you breathe
Is not love
But possession
Or perhaps,
A python that will
Slowly consume your soul
Lying deep within.
The love
That holds you tight
Within its grip
And refuses
To even let you breathe
Is not love
But possession
Or perhaps,
A python that will
Slowly consume your soul
Lying deep within.