It's the constrictor structure
I am not me, in the grips
As the snakes slithers, I stay
It is the fear that prays and preys
As I am the gold, the misused
The rat poisoned by want, thought, and need
I wrap myself and constrict
Constructing a reality
Squeezing my breath out
Tasting my ego through and through
I guess I am gone from this point on
As I am diamond, compressed by coal
I am stuck in the hot, black toxic.
All you can see is the mountain, the tip of the iceburg
Me, buried in my constricted world.
