Unshackled
my pen is free, bleeding the fire of anabolic
disillusionments that reside in the contents
of its poetical flow.

Crimson
tears ingest pages with saquine sap
as my verbage hemorrhages & burns
the parchment with nigritude that
lies deep within my quintessence.

As
pen & pad now ignite, the fires of hell
are burning for it is now sealed with
its own insignia, marked for all to read.

Dark Knight

The Master of Concealment & Obscurity

As it
delivers its own kind of infliction on those
that remain weak. Delivering a crushing vexatious
pain that rips through your corporeal & devours
the cerebration enforcing it into the depths of
asdic cessation.

Focus
on my prose as it cascades through
darkness shutting out
light.

For
My pen truly bleeds poetical punishment