The reverse conclusion to my three part I AM series. Enjoy. 

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Part 3: I am The End

Part 2: I am the threat

Welcome to Part 1: I Am the Wake. 

I wonder if they will tell my story backwards?

Will they tear out a page from my book and use it out of context?

We will keep your tongue, but will break your knees.

You only have your mouth to run with, but you won’t get very far. 

One page will suffice for the masses to trample on.

Your words will mix with the dirt off their boots and fade in the chaos. 

Timed Capsule Release : Feel Relief despair within 10 Minutes

Will you claim no priors to my name?

Will you drain me of my heritage, and shade me into your perfect mannequin?

Please have a seat, we won’t take too long. 10 minutes shall suffice. 

Generational Bruising from falling on deaf ears.

Kindly, Tie your laces so you don’t trip.

Lace your ties, the black venomous honey gently drips

Will you keep what remains and burn the nest

Will you disrupt the wake, and curb the rest

My hands may be tied, but it is yours that are broken

Contort me into a villain with words I’ve never spoken

Inject me with ill intent, Shade in the grey sheep into a dark wolf.

They will know you. I am the crow to the left of a murder.

You are merely a crow. We are merely bound by feathers.

They will…


Part 2: I am the threat

Please Click here for Part 3: I am the End

The final Part of the Trilogy will conclude on October 8th 2017 7:33PM (Part 1: I am the *************.)


Exhibit M.

On the front.

Torn Page found in victims left pocket. Folded. Ink marks and untested red stain on bottom right corner. Image is of a f01010101010100101000000111010101010101001010101010 (Unable to Format Text. Please Contact Admin.) Top Right corner shows the number 02/. What is assumed to be a date is missing.

On the back. 

“My Eternal Love, Merissa, May we dance forever where no one can stop us.” written in blue ink. Hand writing is rushed when compared to the front, but both appear to be written by the same person. 

The name ‘Merissa’ has thumb smudges in what appears to be an attempt at erasing the name’

Stress (Hairline) Fracture. written by Sir Pent. 

The thread grew darker against my skin. Thoughts remain a fracture.
Every memory, every bitter memory grows not in the dirt.
Roots impaled, banished from the sun.
Shadows harass the veins.
Mechanical breathing, Inhale the fragile air.
Glass and blood combine once you reach the surface.
Engulfed by smoke, hope slithers across.
Deformed puzzle pieces held in shaking hands
Melted together, offer the incomplete image.
Torn, Stapled and Colored in,
Distorted knees beg for ground that is solid.
Plastic Martyrs desensitized the cause.
Them, Us. Cull all but you. 
Truth exiled, without refuge. 
The thread grew darker against my skin,
a blade, that offers me shelter.

Page 7 of 71 (Book of Golden Bones by B.Nerve)

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