Poetic Justice

‘Tis not by the sword

But the pen that I fall

For I’ve taken such life

From the words that I scrawl

With a lack of remorse

Without fear of reprise

Smote each note that I wrote

Where my body now lies

In this crypt that I keep

For the lost and alone

Sordid syllable sins

I can never atone

Alter ego, a murderous

Maniac switchblade

Slicing and spilling

The blood on this blank page

Slaving away

As a servant of earth

As I fiendishly crave

Sullen graves of rebirth

I have cheated and stolen

The fortunes of kings

I have sacrificed gods

For these archangel wings

But I won’t break your heart

I’ll devour it whole

Then I’ll wash it all down

With a glass of your soul

So perhaps some day soon

Or in eons impending

Will karma’s melodic prose

Herald my ending