This Is No Fabrication Poem by Steven Hoon

Impale my heart then gently rub the wound with lime...
Then drain out my once known self then fill me with grime...
Screaming such a silent whisper I kneel to thee...
Knowing you will never understand why I plee...

I'm just a tool with dismal dreams and a forlorn heart...
I chose to let you back in, but now I see that wasn't smart...
I dance in death, nocturnal bliss is all that I now know...
Come dance with me, ya f*ucking dance, or enjoy the show...

You say I've been given a gift, but this gift feels like a curse...
I never wanted to be insane, or be able to construct a verse...
This is no fabrication, this is truely my once called life...
This is not my imagination, I gave it to a lonesome knife...