I the Serpent

I am a serpent
Slithering hollow shelled carcus
In an ever shedding cucoon skin
I wonder silently seeking and alone

I fell into a chasm
An eclipse of the sense
Stealing all hopes of being happy
I dialogue a journal before the end
As I already know I'll never make it out

Buried it in my head
In the darkness of every lonely night
I lay down with oblivion once again
Nothing anyone has said has woke me up

I exist between margins
My eyes ever shift and change
Morally sound I sleep soundly tonight
But I'm evil forever bound to my skin
So continue to nail my serpent flesh to the post
I know I never will or had a home