Literature
Ouroboros
I.
I ate half of myself today
I tasted gray radishes and rotten glass
Filled with spit and grown from lust
Lost in villains and filled with dust
Ate with eager and ate with joy
Half of me ...
just as decoy
II.
Masks of green and masks of sad
Who to choose of world to use?
Smiles the merchant, smiles the pray,
smiles the flower in decay,
And the child with withered shoe,
yes, that one smiled too
"Masks of green and masks of red
Who it is you turn to sand?
Choose your choice and pick your pick."
- "Now they fall like ghosts of grease,
like yellow leaves of filth and tease,
one by one, each masks of mine,
one by 7 and 2