My urge to destroy.
Was quickly replaced.
By blasphemy.
As I crooked my head.
To sing.

I started my penance with slurs.
And a general distaste.
For other people.

As I am.

Eating the sin of everyone around me.
Saying what no one else will.
I am a taboo.
I straddle the line between acceptable and forbidden.
I do unclean things.
I perform austerities in drug use.
Holiness in starvation.

I'm a macabre oddity
Walking alone in a cemetary.
Making friends with the corvids.
Mumbling mad things.
About the sun I destroyed and the song of.
Erlik.

Spirit of transformation.
Rot.
The shaman disease.
A chanted contagion.

I am the epiphany.
That once you accomplish.
That impossible goal.
You always end up doing something.

Else.

Cause the ****** always leaves.
A hole that remains empty.
A desire to find something new to do.
Create another impossible goal.
I shouldn't be able to achieve.

I transcend through hunger.
Through trodding the Earth.
I overcome in pain.
I am copiously entwined in some concentration.
With tangential thoughts.
That merge with each other.
Into unusual associations.
I am novel.
Incomprehensible.

I may look like a curse.
And I am.
But I'm very specific.
And also rare.