Diamond-Based Life Form

Pencils and charcoal
And it will be worse,
Maybe not before
It gets better, but
Nonetheless, unless

This moment includes
Actual torture
From inquisitors,
Addiction, plague, or
Cancer, as you please,

To the point of death,
Abstract dimension
Acutest at its angle
Of apparition,
Of which I can't speak

And shouldn't compose,
Knowing no better
Than compound fractures
And post-op green rooms
What surviving death

Theoretically
Might demand of me
Before the end, no
Worse than dark carbon
Pentagrams demand.