The serpent's tail leaves no trail; I know my way back into the hole. This opaquing blind darkens my view, but somehow, I always find myself home. Home in the devil's fangs. How can a person be this lucky? Who am I to question tradition? This ungodly hankering for baneful pleasures dissociates me from the ways of the devout followers. Maybe I revel in the warmth of this abyss. Otherwise, why would I go seeking? Am I lost?

© Ommie