The devil's set my intuitionBlackened root that grew up from my core
Spreading silver wings til I am splintered
Rows of bullet holes, tokens from my lovers
Severed limbs remind me that consumption leads to loss
Forever bound to what's below
From dust and seed and circumstance
I push aside the rock for air
that will one day cut me off at unknown heights
I writhe in sullen display of my faulty fortitude
What will be my end
Bear me your blade I'll show you my ember
Burning in concentric flame
till you reach my rotten core
and the blue light reveals my demons
I hiss and smile as my body turns to dust
Chemical change is a natural must
And when all but dust and ash is gone
Still the dark persists.
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