So many snakes in the grass

Slithering around 

Being sneaky 

Like a scorpion 

Hiding in the sand

Waiting to attack 

When the victim least expects it 

Too bad I’m not a victim and 

I have a demon detector 

Inspotted your poison

From a mile away 

It wreaked Of 

Deception shame and rage

Mother wounds

Father wounds

Trauma 

Abuse

How can I trust

Someone that sold their soul to the devil 

There is no coming back

From that