Blood and ink – a sigil of words

Blood and Ink: A Sigil of Words

I
mind cursed
subsided
into an extended moment
of self induced venom
becoming something
that it was not
all that was gained
became lost
in a city
of stereotyped burnout
hiding in the smog
deceiving itself
that it was buoyant
but suffocating
in its own treachery

II
mind mazed
the WILL is
the minotaur
breaking the walls
labeled chicanery
rising to the sun
like Icarus
except
becoming a god as Helios
shining bright
cutting through the smoke
paving a thoroughfare
the sigil is clear
so it is done

-JG