Lestat
Windsor, Ontario Canada
Posted: Jul 28, 2008, 11:31 PM CST
I wrote poetry & lyrics. Here's one of my poems:
"Daily, will civillians be exiled to the platter.
Under a foreign light; no visual perception at the slight -
as their bodies differentiate and reform from atter.
Acres of wounds, from decomposition which brings fourth fumes;
morticians are adapted to this tragic, yet undeniable ending.
Artificial incantations, a requieum of resuscitation -
To take me back to the damnation;
and cure you of what harmonic despair my inner-child left impaled from make believe, and pretending.
And I apologise for what seemingly over-powered me.
The monolith that is my heart; casting the first stone into that of a derelict bowery.
And at midnight, if forgiven - my needlework shall mend the schism,
created in your heart by my bullet-like incision."