I dig

I dig deep.

with a knife and a chisel,

poke and strike hard.

let the blood flow

let it hurt.

brutes dont care nor should I,

Tears wont be shed through this eye.

Uproot that holds those feelings,

throw out what desires,

kill what fears,

let the concealed heart die.

let it be removed from its source,

let it not survive this course,

of this cruelty and monsterousity,

let it go...

let it die,

let is rot,

let it transcend,

let it now rest.