Fever

The fever was pitch black
Etching astrology into my forearms
With a hungry knife
Aching for attention
Three down
Nine to go
A free spirit
Carving to grow
Listless in the transparent
Favoring things not apparent 
Drops of crimson
Dripping to destroy
Drops that glisten
Longing to employ
Never afraid
Debts to each and every slave
Counter productive
Words seductive
The fever was pitch black
No eyes staring back
With a dull blade
Came to seduce
Aching for attention
More effective than the noose
With each second
I fade to this fever
With each taken
Crawling to a slither
The fever was pitch black
On that unforgotten day
Until forever 
The darkened claim
There is no name
Eternally forgotten
Here in this turmoil
Eternal glutton
Fed to spoil
Once again
Three more to go
Slices of terror
Just for the show
Connect the dots
Masterpiece on display
World of bots
Led to the flames
Planetary conflict
Predicted by the stars
Birth of a nation
Buried beneath the tarp
More personal than ever
We all presume
More destruction for the fever
Cells spelling their doom
Internal revolution
Of this lotus in bloom…..