Sacrifice to Fate

Impulse rules

Don't try to think

Precipice

Jump the brink

Grew up quick

As I could

Stubborn as

Ironwood

Quick to rhyme

Quick to wit

Too damn vulgar

And explicit

Spirit left

Me behind

Bent my will

To the grind

Told the voice

In my head

To quiet down

Got loud instead

Had to pause

Collect my thought

A penny's worth

Is all I brought

Dug my grave

For all to see

Buried myself

Hid me deep

No one looked

No one found

The putrid soul

In the ground

Lost myself

To the critic

Paid the price

To the mystic

She read my fate

In the tarot

Downed it

With a bit of merlot

Lost myself

To Her strength

Fueled Her will

Went the length

Down to fall

Depth be found

Landing hard

Upon the ground

But my dear

Hold me close

Bring me near

Cause no one knows

Promised her life

And reneged upon

So my scarlet

"B" I don

Betrayer of my

Life to Death

Sacrifice

My last breath

For life is

Far to fleeting

To leave the lamb

Out still bleating