I fell into a pit of snakes. They stay silent, watching me, slithering across my throat. They shoot out their forked devil tongues to tickle my face, and for a moment I wonder if they're as friendly now as they say they are.

But I know that behind that reptilian smile, there are fangs. These snakes are not coiled, ready to dance. They're coiled, ready to lash out at me and bite me. Spill their venom in my veins and poision me.

I'll die by their scales, I think.