A literary work of art from which my soul you cannot tell apart

Listen with thy ears upon mine chest to the gushing of blood from a **** beneath my breast

As you can see I lack all the words to mutter such utter nonsense but decode my wayward babble to peer upon my conscious

A gift of words I never requested leaves behind a restless beast to ravage whats left of my sanity and ink in my pen as it repeats its ceaseless vengeance once again

By now if you see just what’s here on the page then you are not one whom breaths the title of poet by name

But if not mere letters but an image remains then like me you see creatures rather than words left like stains