The poem rumbles in my brain
and wakes me at three in the morning
as if my devil branded me with his pitchfork
reminding me of our inspired bargain
My nemesis love calls me to the fiery sheet
his impish pride burning praise in me
that swears fealty with bloody words
Oh poetry
how your satanic verses
chum and shudder in me
sharking nightmares to dreams
and my words to the exquisite limbo
doomed to fall short of true divinity
The poem squatters in my mind firmly
fixed in the ninth circle of treachery
offending my soul
crushing my heart
It takes and takes and takes
and never gives not even
granting the guilt of dirty lucre
Words are my blood
Poems damn my veins
My quick-fire brimstone lines
are my epitaph
I am both cursed and blessed
to this addiction
yet I hope this passion never cools
onlyย flames and reflames
Oh Poetry immolate me
burn me to the purest ash
leaving a diamond legacy
The poem is not a song
but the fire inside the song
the sulphur mistaken for honey
Oh dulcet sounds why and thank you for
making me an exile from life and tomorrow
a lonely sad witness to the world
Why and thank you for
fating me to this fiery covenant
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