Woman as a viper

Woman as a viper, the mark of Cain back
masks, a relative of the evil wolf stalking a woman.
In summer, a friend of poses, asking passing
to these, with a smile, and stare at a perverse ears.
Asking a sly man, my children's father,
mother of six seats covets.
I would never have thought what is going on,
tightening the star, I'm silent for a moment in silence.
No one can ever hurt me any more,
too much of now, the Milky Way off my now gone.
The pain that he burned bridges, sleepless nights, crying nights.