I am inundated with the sacred script.
Of suffering.
The austerities of.
Starvation and self abnegation.
I am a blasphemy.
Darkness that never wanted.
The light.

And, who are you
to break.
My ritual of
self destruction.

If I wish to offer myself up as a sacrifice.
For the freedom to be an *******.
Then I will.
As I ignore your wisdom.
For the knowledge of the self.
I am I.
Bathed in night.

The drums beat.
The veil is lifted.
I sulk among the spirits.
Crawling in the cracks.
Of creation.
With the creeping things.

And none.
Will let Scorpion cross the river.
So, Scorpion stings.
Floats over on a corpse.
Of prettier spirits.
Triumphant and divine.
Scorpion is as Scorpion does.

And,
he asks no quarter.

Just as love never quits.
So does the dark wish to engulf.
The light in its megalithic.
Strength.

And,
dance.
Cause the venom.
Animates you.

Never listen to tricksters.
When they tell you they're good.

We're hungry.