Reach into my cranium, my head.

Violently pull out this diseased brain and rip it into shreds.

All the memories and my thoughts brought to a quick and painful halt.

Who amongst you would tell my tale?

How can something as beautiful as me find darkness so blissful to inhale?  

Because in utter darkness is were I dwell.

Even God loves the darkness so I am not looking for pity.  

My intense intelligence creates a superior being of borderline insanity.

Good and rotten thoughts reside in me.

Their airless fog causes my throat to contract and speak with a new voice like a split personality.

The filthy bile of the literary vocabulary I compile about myself fills my mouth with a taste quite vile.

The words harden and congeal. They turn into stone and forever remain in limbo within my cerebral home.

I am theblackhand....