Gather this courage and martyrize it -
A stand on a wind-shackled precipice
Before the storms of a chemical fit
Of the lunar curse. Blind Lady Justice,
Escort me to your coven, blindfolded,
And let the dogs drink from my jugular.
It's their gnawing teeth (my ribs) and moulded
Claws (my sharpened nerves in tense muscular
Shudders) that wake the hound of blood and black,
All inside. No glass bottle can contain
A larger watered inferno - see cracks,
Fractals dividing into trees of pain.
Internal wars, infernal calls, stand by
Give this battered soul no reason to die.