I write my words in my blackest nights
Compose these poems in the corner of my mind
Where the world is locked in with a silver key;
I watch as my blackest pens
Create an image on paper
White
As snow;
I pull the deepest, blackest thoughts
Up and out of the pit in my soul
And watch them flow on the page in front of me
Shaping into me
A consciousness
A life
And then I set them loose
On humanity.