O U R O B O R O S

a strung-out song

a pit-angel trap

green as money

without feeling

sang the fat

evil thought

ramming inside

the white cave

of my dilapidated

skull.

how can any artist

sell out for fame

is beyond me.

i know i must be

mentally unwell

but need for money

was never the cause

for my derangement.

I blame my dreams.

My dreams are

OUROBOROS.

a divine pain. Inside

my throat.  Beneath

my head inside my

stomach. 

:: 03.18.2022 ::