Ouroboros

No eternity,

to nexus of a snake 

I travel to

the back end of faith.

To escape the jaws 

of the Ouroboros.

One must beat

them at their 

own games.

Their mental chains!

Strayed with a bullet,

that links you to me.

And me to you, so that

we can make our own center lane.

And break my pact 

with Death and all

that occupies that

space that makes 

you fake.

Us; this good council

where we find the insane

what we report that goes

with us to our graves.

And deliver us out 

of this world.

What ever made

so secure.

Breaking me down,

demons wearing

the crown.

Backed up the

right horse,

and you'll be

unbound.