The poem rumbles in my brain and wakes me at three in the morning as if my devil branded me with his pitchfork reminding me of our inspired bargain
My nemesis love calls me to the fiery sheet his impish pride burning praise in me that swears fealty with ****** words
Oh poetry how your satanic verses chum and shudder in me sharking nightmares to dreams and my words to the exquisite limbo doomed to fall short of true divinity
The poem squatters in my mind firmly fixed in the ninth circle of treachery offending my soul crushing my heart
It takes and takes and takes and never gives not even granting the guilt of ***** lucre
Words are my blood Poems **** my veins My quick-fire brimstone lines are my epitaph
I am both cursed and blessed to this addiction yet I hope this passion never cools only flames and reflames
Oh Poetry immolate me burn me to the purest ash leaving a diamond legacy
The poem is not a song but the fire inside the song the sulphur mistaken for honey
Oh dulcet sounds why and thank you for making me an exile from life and tomorrow a lonely sad witness to the world
Why and thank you for fating me to this fiery covenant