question with a barrel
bait me with your blades
beat me ‘til you break me
so I can lie in shame
and when your work is done
and I am but a shell
of jutted bone and sorrow
destroy all that you can
blow my brains to the four winds
feed my flesh to swine –
my king of flesh, I leave you then
leave you for the piercing land
of discord and echo and bliss
of devouring and amnesty and spitting out
where light cannot help
but play with the shadows