My apology ricochets off your impassive face.
Whatever civility was left between us is struck down
An innocent bystander in the heat of this conflict.
Your towering beast of rage blocks out the sun.
I’m too tired to fight back, I kneel by the victim, his pulse keeps fading
With every chunk of flesh
You exact your vengance.
Morning crashes down on me
I extract the sun from my ribcage
shed yesterday’s rotting corpse
I am reborn
I am terror
I am pure
My shadow flinches whenever we make eye-contact.
He doesn’t want to hear about my dreams anymore
He staggers, a wounded beast
people enquire about the blood-trail
In a world without light
he becomes obsolete
He can’t relate
I might as well be
Talking to myself.
Gripped by a fever that never wanes
I purge its venom
Pencil to page
I exist to express
I bleed intention
All creation compressed
Into sharpened invention
I want you to witness
Before I have gone
For my brief existence
I created worlds where there were none