Meat Is Back On The Menu

i will never forget nor forgive the taste of the blood i have spilled for you

and your progeny.

like all my strength returning home again

to wake the sleeping lion in my chest,

and no i am going to run.

Not in fear, but in defiance

back to myself, whatever that may be.

Hollow or not.

To the ancient and burnt out ruins of a long forgotten life, 

to the Rome that was me before you sacked the city.

i will drip poetry from my veins

while i feast on all the truth i have swallowed

and the revelations i hold with both hands