Ouroboros
Paulo Monteiro
The deep abyss of chaos is my existence
The call of doubt leads me to the eternal breath of fear
The agonizing silence makes me fall asleep
The unconsciousness of a buried existence
Is perpetuated within me
On the narrow frontier of reason
Would suffering be my salvation?
The karma of my being's sick misanthropy is torn apart
In the massacre of my insignificant existence
Lying waiting for evolution over the labyrinth of anguish
With no way out to the endless horizon
The way it ends...
In Ouroboros of transformation