I am a goddess under blackness never worship my thinking beneath the sorid wanting lies the essential vision you ache, cry yet through the weakest moment you ask who watches death in its still void you moan in need for eternity here life is but a knife ripping delicate skin eating away leaving you raw if none could scream would we boil in sin like water near the sun? stare at me always fall at my urge after I am gone it is over no one will take my place By Shelly Claman * This poem was written as magnet poetry