Bolts From Core: Sparring with words

The demand in me will take control;

This prostrating power.

Builds stealthily, then surpasses me;

Intent of secrecy.

Feels like blood rage, burns like my gin days. 

Only smoke, I'm not blind.

Hear the crackle, the adamant hiss; 

Rattling the eardrums. 

This quill will slay you, tear out your truth;

Bleed me till I'm dry.

But this here, this is maniacal; 

More savage is the need.

(I write so I won't kill you.)

From down below, would they look up? 

received only with contempt.

From the onslaught of blow after blow;

Debasements strike lingers.

Let them lay upon the blizzard stones; 

Winter is more cruel each year.

Wake them up choking before sunrise; 

The toxic yokes of shame.

Vile yank up from throat, expelled through mouth; 

Daily exorcism.

(I write so you don't have to.)

With callused hands and grime beneath the nails;

Deaths eye's, cold and vacant.

All reflection has no resemblance; 

Forgotten anima.

All that was precious, once held so dear; 

Values, love. truth, all pursuit.

So insignificant and careless; 

a matchbook or a sock.

(I write so I don't kill you.) 

The comfort rots us inside out;

No vanity found here.

A secret unforseen, my scars shed; 

A reptilian me.

Open the cage to bestial wails; 

Tis' only just begun.

That sweet music is a symphony here; 

The dregs of remembrance.

The prodding of all I have endured;

Kindles all I've witnessed.

Did you hear the click, clank of the latch?

See my steel, smell her smoke?

Blood runs cold yet wild is our fire;

We ravage your refuge.

(I write so you don't have to.) 

My brethren the lost ones;

We fallen seraphim. 

The rage of the downtrodden now rise;

Flank us in formation.

Bareback and bare-chested, bolts from core; 

Mute scream for love unborn. 

(We ride so you don't have to.) 

Mary Catherine, Cowardice Queen.