ouroboros broken

Lessons learned hard, discarded are the old,

Memories not marred, uncharted lands untold,

The vessel that I carry, the one with my soul,

To wrestle then tarry, struggle for control.

The path that I take has been taken before,

With wrath the ground shakes, unwilling to explore,

If I do what I’ve done and expect to ignore,

The consequence of one more time through that door.

What I desire is not what I need,

Purged by the fire, the lesson I’ll heed,

Shutting down that part of lust and of greed,

Contradiction’s an art, sown of doubts seed.

Velvet words sing from the mouth of discord,

I feel loves sting stemming from consciousness bored,

Memories of pain seem to hide behind whores,

Showing disdain of judgment, lacking still more.

From the time of first thought of lustful sins,

And the crime committed for losses and wins,

Off this path I’ll endeavor through gritted grins,

On the road to forever as my weary soul thins.