The eyes of a serpent snake,
Have come upon my sleep,
I've seen them in my days wake,
While my mind was drawn too deep...

From the light, of the day,
Or, to the darkened mind,
They are not from the ways,
Taken from our times...

The eyes they last,
From my minds past,
Though, the eyes, that I have seen,
Have scarcely served their means;
For when I see the fangs and head;
I fear that, I will be dead..

"From the bite of a dream?"

Oh, ancient serpent eyes,
You have come to show your head!
May you live, as a lie,
For I have died and my dreams dead;
Then, so be the evil thing,
A death by the ending of my dreams...

BluesPreacher