This is an exerpt from a chapter in my unfinished book "Damien's Lost Script's" However I have yet to decide which pen name I should put it under. The Dead Poet or Damien Nosferatu.... Such a tough choice. Your thoughts?
"I no longer recognize the monster in the mirror"
Well the formatting is different than in my hardcopy, but yeah I'm actually pleased with this one hope you enjoy it.
With gratitude I bow and dedicate this poem to the infinite supreme!!
hmm So I have never really prayed before, but I am guessing this is how it would go if I ever did.
Found this poem of mine tucked away on another one of my poetry sites must have forgot to add it here ah well, here it is :)
Today is my last day in this land. This land at the End of the World.
