Curse MarkBlack Blood,this tattoo of ink, alive.Black and red under the skin enduring,Tainted power, a fatal flower of latent talent,inner caution, hellish abjuration, gruesome execration,insanitySalvation, abandoned,ungrateful, disbanded,frigid waves of heat,unbound and unleashed,colder cauterization,flesh sizzling from his right shoulder,flecks of flexed muscle,intense, dark tensor ripples,gravitypulling down to the harshened dirt,calloused hands that fail to stop his weight,burning eyes that fail to stop and waithurting surging hatecurving waist...?slender wrists, enveloped sides,retreatdarknessenlightenmentsparking artif
Haiku XIWeary bones, cold handsentangled in a blankettrying to survive.
Haiku XWhy must my damned handsregardless of instructiondraw blood on a whim?
Haiku IXFallen sticks and stonesgathered before the ignitionshatter in black flames.
InsigniaBranded on my skin,A sign of weaknessUnyielding, revolting,betraying my best efforts,futility's minionson wings of silvered secretsdarkened moons of heated hatred,burned in a circle of fire.Blooded seals, carved into flesh,by blades of blackened brush,Charcoal roads, leading from my scarsto eyes, to heart, to mind unsettled.Cold flames that bear no hope,drive snow from heights to the softened soilIn spite of TerabithiaThis cold and burned insignia.
He's AngryRed hot, ash and cinders sit lingering under singeing feet and winded extinguishing pain,cold and indifferent the flames lick again and again, with the tenacity of termites in the wood which now is blazing instead of the quiet saving despaired in the violent haven of solitude, derived from the walls invincible fortitude, cold and broken, hot and flaming, the light of licensed fury fires up, scorching instead of slipping the slapping icicles a shatter, broken fragments of fire dance like lions on hot sand, circling prey in playful predation, and finally he beckons.The flames obey, following the hand of hell's heat, a hurricane of blazing bl