WOrDS AuTOpSy

Words are serpent

Of subtle placement,

Painting imageries

Of future in-depth

Once broken 

becomes a ravens dinner table

It's stings are sharper

than a scorpion's prickle

enclaved in a soul's history

Eden came the days

of sanctimonious purity

where life glamour 

could be told by sight

Until he came 

taking it with just a subtle placement 

Whether or not it where lies or truth

Making humanity a savage

to mortality.

So be  watchful

so as not be stung In turn,

It's the word Autopsy.

              

  Tolathapoet©