my pyramids

I have explored
the language of pain
to such mastery
that my fingers easily lick the keys
of my board
in a delicate, balanced, and precision
based ferocity;
unleashing a cavernous refuge of
tamed rage,

unclear whose rancor
i've swallowed, from which life
it was subsumed

crystal how in this life
i attempt to purge
what's left inside

binging occasionally on
past, familiar
thorns

As I oh so enjoy the trickle
of crimson
that slowly dots my lips

Swallow, i let go
of the archetypical pyramid
i've spent so many centuries
enjoying...