Cosmos

Predisposed to cold,
at one with the night.
In darkness I write
my pen lit by starlight.
Sharpen perception
to behold what unfolds.
Thoughts that transcend the earthly coil.
Sacrifice creature comforts
on the altar of knowledge.
Discipline awareness to the human toil.
Suicianide, nothing as it seems.
A pillar of fire by night.
The blood will flow in streams.
Chain-linked, iron-fist, massacre of screams.
At my best when by the spirits I'm possessed,
speak through a philosopher stone that resides in my chest.
Death is always six feet to the left,
treat every moment of life like your last breath.
I'm obscure like the moons obscured by the sun.
I play on superstitions not always just for fun.
My words flow like a dagger killing first born sons.
Suicianide, corrupting thoughts in your head
A pillar of smoke by day.
The rivers run red.
Chain-linked iron-fist, harvesting the dead.

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I like this poem. It speaks of things that I was raised with ...

Perception, Thought, Sacrifice, Knowledge and Discipline.

I especially like ...

"Thoughts that transcend the earthly coil."

I DO wonder if the last three lines could be their own stanza.