To My Inner Fire (Dearest Diary in Blood)

Boundlessness Unbounded I unchained the wolves and became their master I called the winter Beneath black constellational misery Serpentine pleasure in sadism I lust for bleakness Washing my clothes hung on the noose Fuck your pathetic God I am my own And you can't take Away from me this truth I wrote in my night diary Fragments of my abstract persona Shattering like glass In my very empty hands So my blood was my ink Yet still my blood, my blood My words sanguine Questioningly, I pondered for 8 days Whether these wounds scarify Or remain open for all time Figuratively... To my inner fire.