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Coiled in dust like a snake skin

Down and out read me a sweet hymn

Cannot comprehend the sorrow

Don't want to think about tomorrow

Last in line for all of time

Cannot keep it up and so I dredge the waters for rhymes

Drag the swamps for the words father

Do not want to stress it so I do not even bother

Coiled in filth like a worm thing

Crucified in shit like a false king

Page after page I search for me

Rage burns for the all the names I see

Hubris stings like a dagger

My so called self-confessed swagger stutters and I stagger

Self-inflicted backstab I thrust

And I choose to lay down in the shadows coiled in dust