I’ve been down to this place before
Devouring my flesh like a self-cannibal
Another lap around this body
Swallowing the serpent’s tail.
It hisses just behind me,
Covering every track, I make.
When my inner eye turns to see its trail,
It will be consumed by the snake.
Is my preacher a liar?
Is it in my nature?
Am I no different than the animal?
Are my thoughts even mine at all?
I am not alone in this body,
There’s a stranger here with me.
Making every choice for me,
Dug out of my ancestry.
Muscles expand and contract,
Pulling me further in.
I feel myself dissolving,
The past is the future again.
My own ouroboros.
**** the lights,
Take my eyes.
I don’t want to see,
The serpent that’s swallowing me.
It feels like I’ve done this all before.
Swallowing my tail.
**** death before it is born again.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
I’ve been down to this place before
Devouring my flesh like a self-cannibal
Another lap around this body
Swallowing the serpent’s tail.
It hisses just behind me,
Covering every track, I make.
When my inner eye turns to see its trail,
It will be consumed by the snake.
Is my preacher a liar?
Is it in my nature?
Am I no different than the animal?
Are my thoughts even mine at all?
I am not alone in this body,
There’s a stranger here with me.
Making every choice for me,
Dug out of my ancestry.
Muscles expand and contract,
Pulling me further in.
I feel myself dissolving,
The past is the future again.
My own ouroboros.
**** the lights,
Take my eyes.
I don’t want to see,
The serpent that’s swallowing me.
It feels like I’ve done this all before.
Swallowing my tail.
**** death before it is born again.
The end is only the beginning of that which ended. Coming back around full circle.
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