I was alone in the dark
and I was burning.
Unperturbed within the primordium of my rebirth,
I let a hand reach out from my side
to steal the moonlight.

My heart ached with all-consuming adoration
for something inside of me–
I believe I was learning to love myself;
no matter how passionately my emotions
enveloped my entire being.

The voice outside my window
said I was a fool,
but I cared not for what the devil had to say.
I was a fallen thing–
injured and breathing in melancholy
like it was my cocaine.

Now I sit with the moon in my hands,
my body an art
and my mind an exquisite creator of things
that’ll rip you to shreds
or put blood back in your soul.