Uroboric Coccoon

Therapeutic random writing while thinking over my life.

Withering in this state

weightless no way back

longing for youthful yesterdays

but the futures painted black

mind out of body 

and my face is growing numb

the vessel awakens

to the person I've become

but you're running away

you're hiding away

you're running away

you're lying away

epidermal decay

transcending to a higher state

all pride withered and gone

confronted with a thousand truths

I see the torment of my own convictions

I reach into the mold

and cast a future bright

cleansed of all the veils

my spirit fly free.