Serpents in the undergrowth
Slithering and slithering
My heart has mutated from the venoms

I'm no longer king of my castle
I'm no longer ruler of my facets
I'm just debased, polluted, paralyzed

In the belly of the beast
Writhing and writhing
The decay of my soul is expedited

I'm no longer the guardian of my gates
I'm no longer the sire of my court
I'm just devoured, absorbed, obtuse