My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.
There is a pain so utter It swallows substance up Then covers the Abyss with Trance So Memory can step Around across upon it As one within a Swoon Goes safely where an open eye Would drop Him — Bone by Bone —
Anger is the enemy of nonviolence and pride is a monster that swallows it up.