I consume darkness like it’s caffeine,
Fuel for the fire where I’ve always been.
I don’t flinch at ghosts I let them speak,
They dance in my ribs when I’m feeling weak.
I carve my pain into midnight rhymes,
Whispers sharp as warning signs.
I laugh where others lose their breath,
I flirt with fate, I sip on death.
You want love? Then bring a blade.
Mine’s not tender—it’s razed and flayed.
I don't bloom I blaze, I bite,
I turn confessions into fight.
So darling, stay if you dare to bleed,
But don’t come knocking if it’s peace you need.
I'm no soft shoulder, I'm war with grace
A demon in lace with a poet’s face.
