This fiction is truth

(Insofar as it describes me)

And I scribble nonsense

In black ink, beetles scrawled

Across broken lines.

And these words that

Ravage my soul in

Insatiable hunger and bloody thirst;

Dance on heated coal and shattered nails

The embodiment of me

Heat and sharp steel

Passion and destruction

One and the same:

I lose only to win