Layered intrigue

One after another

where does it end

where does it begin

A peel left to appeal

to the core

its undying identity

One after another

layers of thoughts

emotions waiting

taking the sapient

to the core of hell

and back

in no time

What makes one

shed more tears-

layers and layers

of intrigue

wrapped unto itself

without an end or a beginning

The onion or the mind?