I Won Today Poem by Vision Ghost

I severed my veins again in uselessness
I thought I would drought the pus,
of my own contamination.
Because something confused me always.

I scrutinise the red rivers between my,
burdening mountain ranges.
And I question the pathways they take,
down my arm and into my future.

I fear not the taste but to be rude to interrupt,
the course of my suicide.
When I watch my oxygenated wildlife trails,
succinctly divide my bitter choices.

If blood truly escapes,
then why stop what is running for freedom?
Does anyone ever consider,
that we belong to the Earth anyway?

Recently I killed the past.
Rather I beat down its objectivity,
and glowered over my own efforts.
It felt good, it felt really damn good,
to win, to finally win.
Or rather, be more powerful than thus.

A sense of succession can only be compared,
to the surviving of past beatings.
It’s not about scars, it’s about the protein,
of our own deliverance.
Building muscle, upon muscle, upon muscle.
Yielding a sword in greater strength,
than that of our tormentors.

We were born to be stronger,
born to be better.
So thus we shall become that,
better than our masters.

I severed my veins again in fruitfulness,
often we have to shed a little blood.
But today I bled in victory,
Over my coldest, darkest, abuser.