where the poets went to die

this:

this is the blood that i bled on the day that i first felt what sadness meant.
this is the tears that i shed on the battlefield of life when my dreams died.
this is the shame that only god knows of on the day i welcomed my first sin.
this is the pride that became my undoing when i found a path to escape all pain.
this is my fear, my weakness, my strength, my safety.
this is the announcement of my death
and the revocation of my existence.