Arrastrados

Predictably transformed
into a snake full of greed
and the secondhand fame
makes you a fake winner.
Mutating once again,
soul that rises and falls,
it will react too late,
and then you'll know what it is
to kill faith over and over.
Crawling to the leeches
of this game, unable to stop
licking the sweaty asses
and when you mutate, you’ll mask again.
Derailing feels
violent, your crash will be hard,
hypocrisy grows
just like the ego inside you.
The darkness is lurking,
your sky is now black.
Tormented winds,
all the doors will close.
You’ll have to face
your conscience in the end,
thirsty for truths,
your life will condemn you.