I. Afterglow

Last night I spread the legs of heaven. Touched what no mortal should. Read the architecture of existence. Stole the fire of creation while their hands took the price from my flesh. I escaped, impregnated with a power the world has no word for, incubated in a body built to break. Half god. Half ash. All consequence. Hunted for the flame I stole, I hide in the afterglow of my crime.

II. Labor

This is labor. To feel alive in a darkened room, a womb tightening with every contraction. A thin blade of light simmers through the membrane, last witness of a hope too stubborn to die. A blank page covers the only part of me that still remembers shame. Ink gathers between my knees, spreading a dark vow: I will not leave her behind. Loss becomes the only language I speak, but no one is left to hear it

III. Isolation

Outside, the world forgets my name. Inside, I form galaxies from failure - realms that breathe when I cannot. Everyone fled; art remained. But every world I forge steals another piece of the one I lived in. More doors. More locks. I no longer know if I’m rescuing or burying myself alive. Reaching out erases me, Staying whole is exile. Clarity costs company Sanctuary became cell. I’ve become dead weight - And this, this is isolation.

IV. The Pact

Sword or quill, no difference; both remember blood, shaped me into something I can’t undo. You want to know how the gods kill? How to kill a god?  Creation. I was promised light; she left me blind in the dark. Heaven didn’t save her, now hell will answer for it

V. Descent

I am tired. A body used beyond repair, held together by ink, soul swollen with too much truth. If no one sees me, do I exist at all? This blank page is all I have left. Tomorrow I rise, pen in hand, song in throat, carrying a forbidden child of fire in me. I still refuse to break. Alone. Ablaze. I will not leave her behind. Not to madness, memory, heaven, or hell. You ask how far I’ll go?

I set the horizon on fire, Stole the meaning of life. For now, survived myself - Gods will fall to my song. Lock me in for one last night, Let me deliver this cursed child. For Tomorrow I descend to her

Tomorrow I .. conquer hell.