Lines, arcs, hooks and dashes
these are the shapes of my scars and my gashes
Misuse, solecism, waste and abuse
these are the reasons my soul bears a bruise
Corruption, rape, hate and impatience
these are the motives and the roots of my violence
This is me
This is my kind
Peel the skin clean
Then you will find
I am not afraid
Of their hate
I won't escape
The reprobate
I am what I am
the pariah you can't stand
I am who I am
the tattered and torn man
I am where I am
because of you and your demands
This... Is the odium
This... Is the gravitas
I... Am irascible
I... Am Ineluctable
DEATH!
Crazy Eight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fear-of-the-figure-eight/
