I doubt you will ever read this.
(I have forged a weapon in your name)
I used to wake up in the morning and my flesh would begin to scream.
I used to rip bleeding chunks out of existence, to find my ghost and wash it clean.
I found you embedded in beating hearts, I watched you pierce through fever and light.
I ran to you so you could run me through.
Pray, give me sight
Once over and again, I steep a potion if proportion through my veins.
I bleed it out for the page. I mark the time and track my age.
You condemn me to hell
Why do I feel so cold?
The mask creeps over your face, the light in your eyes contorts.
You say my path is death
Is this why you haunt me?
I won’t bow to your god
As dim as it is,
I emit my own light
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