lamb led

i have this pile of uncooked flesh
i've been harboring, asked of myself
when my plans were forgotten.
dropped the pretense with the bottle
and felt it all break simultaneous.
asked myself why, how did i let loose
the arrows of acheron, who convinced me
that the tips should be raw? wrote down
the answers i received then spit
on the empty pages. what good is fire
if i've been ash from the beginning?
where are those anchors i carved
from my eyeteeth? all of this time
sees my arrogance spoil. i've wrought
nothing good in the passages.
look on the absent flame, let haunted
fliicker be warning. i have this pile
and nothing beyond it. all of the shards
found a home in my larynx. pulled out
the broadheads in haste without liquoring
the wounds. void of notebooks speaks
in growls. can't keep my bite on the shore.
burning out, i am this pile
of flesh that can't.