Well.
Let me carve incantations,
Into my flesh.
Runes.
Witchcraft.
Instilling power into weakness.
Chaos into serenity.
Flay me quickly,
So my magic remains.
I will self immolate,
If I have to.
As so many monks have,
Before me.
The darkest dirges.
These fleeting urges.
Kill me.
Carving Incantations Into My Flesh.
