Catharsis of the Cracked-Ribbed and Heartless Blood-wrought symphonies of a lamb to the slaughter, Each sacrifice a brushstroke, each wound an offer. Sanguinem fundo—through ruin, I sing, Destruction, the altar where creation takes wing. Crave the shatter, embrace what must break, For beauty, born whole, is beauty too fake. A twisted seduction, pain bids me near— The closer I fall, the more I appear. The shadow of Descartes drips down my hands— Thought crumbles where blood understands. Not cogito—no pure mind will do: Ergo sum, because I bleed through. This ache is the doorway, agony the key, Opening realms where I cease to be. Unmake me, unbind me, let me depart— Torn open, I yield my heart for art. The canvas, now scarred, wears its stains like skin, From chaos without, the soul blooms within. What’s left of me feeds what must come, For to destroy is to summon the sun. Sanguinem fundo, yet I rise anew— Creation demands all I undo.
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Catharsis of the Cracked-Ribbed and Heartless
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Catharsis of the Cracked-Ribbed and Heartless Blood-wrought symphonies of a lamb to the slaughter, Each sacrifice a brushstroke, each wound an offer. Sanguinem fundo—through ruin, I sing, Destruction, the altar where creation takes wing. Crave the shatter, embrace what must break, For beauty, born whole, is beauty too fake. A twisted seduction, pain bids me near— The closer I fall, the more I appear. The shadow of Descartes drips down my hands— Thought crumbles where blood understands. Not cogito—no pure mind will do: Ergo sum, because I bleed through. This ache is the doorway, agony the key, Opening realms where I cease to be. Unmake me, unbind me, let me depart— Torn open, I yield my heart for art. The canvas, now scarred, wears its stains like skin, From chaos without, the soul blooms within. What’s left of me feeds what must come, For to destroy is to summon the sun. Sanguinem fundo, yet I rise anew— Creation demands all I undo.