the monolith

shock an awe

a rebirth 

torn in the maw

a beast

fetid and forelorn

savage the name

bitter the tear

a holy bastion

dear saint teresa

a random number

picked in a sea of turbidity

a marrtyr of thieves

pray for me sir

a sinner

father

b*****d

mix my ashes in your communion

a judas 

proclaimer of anti faith

lost child

held against grain

a caustic saint 

yearning for fame

naught that i 

lonely an forelorn 

in this sea of chaos 

that is what i 

what anyone 

would call 

an existence

torn assunder 

frayed

lacking luster

subtle substance

portrayed as shining an endearing

yet blunt

bitter an yearning

true quicksilver to the heart

sanguine

carpal tunnel visions

i never disregarded my strength

ive only realized it when pushed

to the very limits

the worst life shows you

prepares you for 

all the possibilities

life has in store

there is always so much more

sono sempre stato forte

la mia volonta non conosce fine