The seventh one

After giving it a long time thinking over
What exactly it wanted
And finding himself in front of No-door
This time hoping some rays of light
In his dark mind Mr Self props up
The survival fight like this once
“Crowning of The king of senses”

And nose proclaimed “I’m the beginning”
Eyes snapped, “Without me there’s no light”
Its ears’ turn to take stand
“Without me even the days are nights”
The tongue does the twist
“Indeed from me are born the night and day”
Skin sounds commanding,
“Hold on. I’m the boss.
Me protects you all. Without me you will be
Subject to sporadic toss.”

In the middle of the petty Fight for the crown
Emerges sixth sense and the spotlight’s on him.
Nose eyes ears tongue and skin now together frown
When the sixth one’s aiming for the cream.

Mr Self with a dark mind looking to light.
Oh no but arrogant senses wont quit fight.
Hey the surreal desires still waiting to bite
As the seventh one’s ripping off the mind’s night
At centre stage coupled by encompassing might

After giving it a long time thinking over
What exactly it wanted
And finding himself in front of No-door
This time hoping some rays of light
In his dark mind Mr Self props up
The seventh fight like this lust once.
The king and his crown will now go drown
And all doors open up to receive the unknown
The week and wrecks will perish now so the
Seventh one can enter the long waiting bone.