The Inner Serpents

What of the monsters within out dreams?
Forever forcing outwards clawing from the prison of the body
But somehow always elusive when we stop and look
So journey farther now into the blackness to search for
This thing that scratches in symbolism on the face of my soul
You must descend without the fear of not being able to return
Clamber on with no tether, dare not question the abyss before you
Oh…this shell…
There is no here nor there
Light or dark
On or off
Stricken wild with desire as I struggle to inspire
Singular, but defines me
Perfection has its recourse in a way I'm coerced
Lying solitary I shall inundate
Dried blood cracks and falls from my lips
Because of a smile
Almost there
Blind men to lead the prophets
(overcompensate the fallacy)
Opening minds so that you may see
(misinterpret as an entity)
Made to vomit at your stupidity