suicidal poet,
who twisted the gift-
to a creature unbeloved...
for a demon shall pen this next verse,
to exploit the gift,i must feed the curse.
ode to the darkness,
which blesses each phrase,
and for all of the tragedy
and the triumph,
do i give praise...
may i not forget the laughter
and the tears
throughout all of my days...
the struggle to be true,
to all in all ways...
drawing upon the voice
during self-scrutinized amphetamine nights.
that unknown presence,
undoubtedly always there,
heightening all senses
mine instinct insanely aware.
my angelic verse,
my demonic prose,
the strength of my voice,
through the ink it arose...
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Submission Name: ''through the ink''
