Garden of Eaten

I would believe I've found a place for solace... Looking for peace, in the den of death snakes slithering beneath me, waiting with their tongues out, holding iron plates preparing their stomachs for a desperate meal I mourn the fool who steps into the mouth Of pythons, and cobras, but he is who he wants to be it may not be what he thought he'd found but of course it seems like the only way to be free ...why do I do this ...why this one? ...why me ...why couldnt I... choose someone else?