Doesn't have a name, hm, nope, no name. When i wrote it, it was sort of about self-destructive behavior and having to eventually choose either to completely divorce yourself or to change the patterns of behavior and way you're seeing things in the world and to step out of some sort of self-imposed purgatory. I don't know, afterward it took on other meanings, but I hope you can get something out of it.
sparks i see
appear on me
as little suns
raised to bleed
they swarmed in
through cracks in skull
illuminated
yet uncontrolled
and every time
the foetal fire
ripped through the cell
to phantom pain aspire
the spent shells left
their ouroboros burns
on translucent film
bereft of berth
and sparks i see
appear on me
as little suns
raised to bleed
-B-Dav-