Martirio

I am a well of venom,
Frothing poison at my seams,
My face is masked, I bide my time,
I deal in shadow-plots and dreams,


I slither through this prison,
My back against the thick, white walls,
In the courtyard where I creep,
I hear the lovebird's soft, sweet calls,


I am a well of venom,
I thirst to crush your simple hope,
To turn your only joy to pain,
To strangle you with your own rope,