Third of the Sixth

These four walls feel suffocating

But the outside is deafening

Maybe that's the wrong way

One the other, the other the one

I can feel the words form

And then fall or fail or fail and fall

I tried to kill them. No survivors

An offering to me

From the character that lives

If only within the

Though that sounds clichéd

But no offering has been made

Would the offering settle

My acattorshit number

As the third of the sixth

Looms heavy

Unavoidable destination

I wish for the non-linear

But brave it I must

Until then I will continue

To request offerings

In blood and ink