The Incipient

My pen to paper, will always be my truest form.
My sins to vapor, will always be my darkest storm.
Introspective is my motto, challenge me to a scare?
My roots run deep with bravado, red blood dripping from my hair.
 
Perhaps I am much darker.
Perhaps I’ve quelled a beast.
For all the times my menace entered, she knew she’d find her feast.
Where every soul lies shaking, my horror stabs it in its chest.
On every brink that’s breaking, I double dare you to pass my test.

For we are never more than what this universe shall shed.
We are never more than our greatest fear of being dead.
We cannot live beyond a pittance, the wind decides is ours.
We can’t retest God’s boundaries, or live heavenly among hell’s stars.

If evil stalks, and innocence has fled, we can only seek admittance.
And when your darkest fears loom through your ruse, it is you who’ll become The Incipient.