Origami

Constructed;
Using a sheet of paper,
Then blessed softly,

Often by a mark of Melancholy;
Always falling to a bit of folly
With the torturous folds,
That inspired my mind.

A fleeting moment of creation
Blood drips generously from my,
Hand;
Black as the new moon light.
Silent;
As the celestial starry sky
Time;
You have no power over me
Question;
Why must I forever unfold life?
Resolution;

Once I remove the folds I will be free