when i lie alone in bedmischief runs right through my headeating mind and soul and heartdestroying life, defacing artand when i choose to fight againmischief runs right out my penon to the milky, silky pagegoes all my shame and pain and rageuntil it's eaten up by youand her and him and others toowhere then you all will get to seedestruction work it's gravityfor when you feel the rage and painyou'll search for ways to ease the shameand you will see the reaction actionis your dance, release, and passion.create a way to ease destructiondeface your fear, the vampire suctionshow the world your wounds and lashesbuild your art from terror's ashesthe creed of us, of we, of one:'destruction is but art begun'