A little white clouds on my head

A little white clouds on my heart

A rubber snake squeezes my soul

until it feels like I can't breath

then my heart starts bleeding red blood

and a tear remains unshed

the cloud covers my face so no one could read me

and what could be done if they could?

I yank it off with hot dead fingers

loosen it slightly but it comes slithering back

it stays like a viper determined

until it sees that the meats too tough and slithers away

I take a breath relieved its gone

though I can't get it out of me

there seems to be nowhere to go or anything to do

so I ignore it and take a breath

and enjoy feeling alright.