The blood in my skin
struggles to come to peace.
The sputtering engine
suturing the seams to my sins.

Like a seal manifest,
each ***** a ***** to keep it in.
I become the canvas to my sins,
the demons badgering me
my blood as offering.

Do as you might I said in respite
from suffering.
His craft summons
my body's mortal
bore a portal
to thee underneath

It is done, five dollars please.
That is a snark price to pay for my sins.
Thank you, I welcome thee.