The Well Seasoned Cauldron

I am a smoldering cauldron of verbs Confined in a disturbing squadron of nerves So I use a glistening array of words To keep them listening as they observe Attempting to explore lifes tabooed pleasures So tempting these doors like much wooed treasures Unwilling to ignore resembling intense peer pressure Willing to mentor the cunning presence of a hustler Adamantly grasping for more precise understanding Savagely gasping no advice just demanding Carving patterns in your mind like a space ship landing A starving lantern but I shine so I dont need handling In death words become unequivocally timeless So my breath wont succumb to the blantantly lifeless If our lives have a code we are not who designed it Will we survive to decode bet the answer is priceless