Guess I was destiny to then writefill up each lonely poetic nightas I bleed again my soulful inkon my way to the literal brinkConsulting more than the starswhile I tally up all my scarsall of those that I have...

It seems I never had a choicespeaking in this lone voicereciting lonely poetry in the nightas a part of my sacrificial rite While I again give myself awaypen all of these words I sayjust a single line at a timewoven...