Pierced with thorns of gloom,
ritual in booze.
Born a full loom,
psychic in blues.
Scars on chest
markings so subtle.
Scabbard blest
with milk of battle.
Suffer me a Surf-way
down to boiling clay,
from scathes shant flee
where sprites await me.
The rack sullied with gore
the souls cry ceaseless.
Scar on core
flaws soulless.
Lost in a pool of flames
on rack of lustful pain.
Answerable to claims
I! on lampoon bed lain.
The scourges as tattoo
Forever imbedded.
By: Anthony Oluwatamilore Daniel