Written upon me
Upon papyrus flesh
Are the words and the intentions of my many selves
Of the one blackest heart
This epidermal text tells so often of its hunger
A lusting for a gruesome heap
A putrefying mess
A pile of f**ing corpses resting so sweetly on the soil
My blackest heart
My greatest inner author
My strong and mighty Cain!
My blackest heart!
My blackest heart!