Violence

As the human in me struggles to resist this blow,
That without a word my flesh tears from my jagged bones,
My race to be human is nothing,
but a breath of separation to defeat,

And to my veins red are bathed,
In this sea of unquenchable must,
Ohh how I warned not to test,
To this point of irresistible blood.

But to this now I shall not bow,
For this breath of separation in my vow doth ascend,
And though I struggle to regain my me,
I have not usurped my moment of being.