It was the snake bite that opened my eyes
That drove the unresponsiveness away
Allowed my eyes to focus
The fangs punctured deeply
Injecting hope into empty veins
The struggle to survive woke me up
From the sleep of a wasted life
Painful poison sought to steal my life
I embraced the emotional awakening
My body rejected the foreign substance
The curing of my melancholy
My body writhed against impending death
As my mind struggled for survival
Adrenaline bought me precious minutes
It was time to choose
Do I accept the antidote?
With venom in my veins
I heard the voices down the hall
Smelled the sterile people trying to save me
They didn’t know I had never been more alive
I told the doctors to leave me be
But their pride did not allow it
If only they knew I provoked this
That I stuck my hand in the viper’s mouth
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