Snake in the Grass

On a beautiful day
You awake
And you listens something that gives you chills
Horrified?
You have not heard anything
Pretend you to be dead
Maybe you can be spared
The malicious tongues
Are all cruel
Bad ideas and enemies
Infidels

They break your legs
And when you least distrusts
They pierce with teeth and claws
No ceremony
Happily on their backs

Fell into a nest of snakes?
Cornered in a den of wolves?
Welcome
Irony of fate?
Good news
There go your precious eyes
A brief nap

And in the fingers you retells and retells
Who are your real imaginary friends?
It is no longer a world of make-believe
Coincidence?
Or just old acquaintances mercenaries?
In evidence
His moral is what is worth less now
His fall their weight in gold
Your "friend" celebrates
A sarcastic smile
Your last possible probable error
On autopilot "kamikaze"