I am legion

for I have no name

tireless truth stabbing

bleeding rivulets with no pain

staining my alter

red ruined and ingrained

with the lies of a spirit

long abandoned, life slain

forcing all away

even thinking as inane

twisting, writhing

dividing, insane

dark cold numbing

from the left of the brain

becoming as the other

burned the bridge in between

he now as me

with we on his plain

gelling any motion

by the weight of the chain

wholly so soulless

in completeness drained

to the legion go the many

and not one with a name