I colour outside the lines in invisible ink

I think
This could be
The best
Poem of all poems
To have ever been written
by an narcissistic nobody

Just a word
A word proclaiming
The inexpressible
Truth behind the spark
That has been implanted there
Put where my lack of burn
Used to dwell

The words magically emerge
The ideas form unaided
Beautiful appropriateness
Or trivial idiocy
Crafting itself
Then unwinding
Just to fold intricately
Into a final masterpiece

What do you see
I see blood
Willingly drained
To customise
Do you like it?

Is blinded
By the light
I can only ever see