Python

Python,
shape without form,
not shape,
nor form.

a blot,
a burden,
a life's time dismembered.

nor logic swelled with imagination can control the image,
that image,
that haunts my brain.

one serpant arm,
pythonic at my throat,
suffocating.

you are sickness in me,
that makes the body despise the mind,
crushing metaphors,
as they rise to ensnare,
to create you there,
mythical beast.

so....remove the tendril arms,
amputate the detonator,
threatening implosion in my mind.

collor you in my consciousness,
lead you to some dark and primal place,
unseen,
a vision in a shroud.

please give comments would be well appreciated thank you!!