‘Tis not by the sword
But the pen that I fall
For I’ve taken such life
From the words that I scrawl
With a lack of remorse
Without fear of reprise
Smote each note that I wrote
Where my body now lies
In this crypt that I keep
For the lost and alone
Sordid syllable sins
I can never atone
Alter ego, a murderous
Maniac switchblade
Slicing and spilling
The blood on this blank page
Slaving away
As a servant of earth
As I fiendishly crave
Sullen graves of rebirth
I have cheated and stolen
The fortunes of kings
I have sacrificed gods
For these archangel wings
But I won’t break your heart
I’ll devour it whole
Then I’ll wash it all down
With a glass of your soul
So perhaps some day soon
Or in eons impending
Will karma’s melodic prose
Herald my ending