Realize, real eyes, real lies

I see the snakes slither on the ground in that old forest in your town.
Leaving behind smooth edges of tracks.
Those leaves rattle at two am, snakes hour has begun.
A flesh of slick black on the rise, yellow eyes filled with poison so gracefully not a soul knows.
Shedding of skin the true colors arise.
Your grin pulls from cheek to cheek soaking lies.
Realizing that you not know what it is to be wrong. You sing your song of righteousness but never spoke the truth.
Real eyes see truth and the tongue detects saliva of hyprocracy.
Real lies which have been created at black snakes hour only they know how their lies sting the good.
Blame the truth seekers, love speakers, and realize that real eyes see real lies for what they are.
There is not a rose sight for you but black snakes whose venom has become you.

Author's Note

Roses don't always smell