Humanity's mark of mortality,

Of fire-forged corporeal creation,

Doth hold prisoner my mentality -

Sweet memory sustenance citation.

A throbbing heart wails "no! no no! no no!"

As sublime horrors haunt my intellect,

Causing a molten murderer to grow -

Yet, consecrated inferno, perfect.

Aching embers drip as I cleave my soul,

With sorrow-strength sobs pooling beneath me.

Of me, two halves - one foul, one fair, unwhole

In the annals of the Self, nudity.

Observantly, I tend to my harvest

So friend and foe alike may come invest.