Journey Of Many

I sell my tears as snake oil
This lubricant is my warpaint
Still I cannot remember
What set me on this fate

I am mid-transformation
They should have left me to rest
Bile spewing aberration
Aching to begin again

Their appetite is boring
What use are your teeth
In another players story?
Ask the silence

Ask the stars fist-shaking my arrogance
Ask the world which would have you settle for their sham.