"What I've Become. "

Sitting here pondering and
searching for my muse...
Grasping for words to as
a torrent, unloose

Because writing is my, Modus
Operandi

By them I live and bleed and
die...

"They Whom Live by the Pen
Shall also Thereby, Die,"

So dig I deep into my soul,
without control over this urge

Sometimes I do it with superfluity
and ease and other times it may
seem that for the things I write, I
had to reach...

But the craving within my bowels
want be sated till something that
pacifies them, I've written

This, I've done since I was very
young

As a matter of fact, the first poem
I ever wrote was dark and foreboding
and when my family discovered it,
they being the Godly people that they
are, (yeah, Fuck that), said, "My God
Son, that's evil and blasphemy; you
need to talk to the Preacher,"

And had me write a bunch of fucking
Scriptures over and over again till
they felt like from my soul this arrogance
had been cleansed...

"Yeah right, a lot of fucking good that did,"

Haha,

"Blessed Be," and amen: SATAN