Oh, here you are again, ye faithful reader,
Have you come to sate your starving mind?
Did you miss this descent into madness?
Did you come to unravel the feelings tugging at your heart?
Did they take from you again?
Leaving you drained and angry, doubtful and conflicted,
Wondering why you let them do it to you, so you sit there,
Under the lone star, beer in hand,
Looking through my veins, sifting through my innards,
For my words are my flesh,
These consonants clusters, are my bones,
And these pages holds an embrace for your tattered souls,
Have you come to sit with me at this table?
And share this incense of bitter myrrh,
To purge the hate through your nostrils,
And let my words be the catalysts,
That let's you force the impurities to seep out,
And these feelings you hate, to be bled out,
Have you learned now? Are you a...