There's a snake wrapped around my tongue

The other self spreads it's poison upon man's most powerful weapon.

There's a snake wrapped around my tongue and it won't let go.
Each fault spoken from it's cursed tongue oozes of deceit forming an accidental artifice of my true purpose.
Every word uttered it laces around and corrupts each twisted sentiment I speak, acting as a double ended sword.
Each false remark contributes to a long list of lies, obscuring truth and casting it to the untouched depths of my mind.
Every attempt to expel such catalyst for chaos that slivers across every word ends in submitting to it's call and letting myself fall in it's cold grasp.
I only wish to speak of truth but there's a snake wrapped around my tongue and it won't let go.