Ouroboros

Somebody hold me back

All rise for retribution
The undeserving presides
Whose hand knows better than my own

Fate worse than execution
By the mirror’s design
Whose hand knows better than my own

I can beg, head bowed and bended knee
For exterior impartiality
Once a predator, the nature of the snake rebels
Turns tail to gorge upon itself

What say the jury? (Bring the gavel down)
With all of these words atop my tongue, some one ought to teach your mouth to bite down when it’s overflowing

Blind is the so called justice (the irony)
Damning a sacred whisper (a felony)
Choke on the sand that pours from inside of me
(Bring the gavel down)

Outweigh the hourglass (suffocate)
No stain expunged out of sympathy
Nevermind the need for reminding

I am nothing but the lesions my
Worst mistakes will bleed me out to be

(Who are you?)

(Bring the gavel down, bring the gavel down)