Ouroboros.

Cyclical destruction of the self, tattered from years of repeat.
Trapped in gloom, i've accepted the defeat.
Last chance at my redemption, threw it away.
I watch the will to live leave my veins.
Sliced jugular.
Can't reverse the flow of time, so end your fucked up life.
For all that i know, after that there's something worse
Anguish unending, consciousness curse.
Death won't free me from this hell.
I am but an ouroboros, life in shame and self destruction.