The Sound of Violent Creation

They ask me why I scream. It is not anger. It is the

sound of a universe being born. Creation is a violent act.

I am the wound that never heals. I am the truth that no

one feels. I burned the bridges to light my way. I killed the

night to birth the day. My love is a weapon, sharp and cold.

A story of fire that's never been told. I bleed the

stars, I breathe the dust. I break the iron,

I become the rust. .