Steer clear,
curve wide your ways
upon the artist,
the poet,
and the deliverer
of the inside view.

Unwelcome am I
upon your marble steps.
And unwelcome
are those with trained
thoughts within
these guarded walls
of the
City of the Heart.

Dare not tainted ones
cross my plains.

For my poetry and
my art will tear at
your flesh with an
Obsidian knife.
Whose only made purpose
is to ****.