Built of nothing but blood
and a poisonous conscience.
A failure that flat-lined before the breathing even began.
I’m made of nothing and yet, more than the capacity of your very heart.
Save your accusations and obvious reasons for someone who is guilty.
I’m only as guilty as you make me,
innocence isn’t in your DNA.
Break the bones to get to the heart, bleed only to become so much more wicked.
The night of revenge is soon upon us.
Sever and sacrifice the necessary means, you’ll better yourself in the end.
Vengeance for the cunning, rise above your rightful place.
This is beautiful.