Re: darkened memoirs

Blackened, bruised and contorted,

Demented sorcerer,

Who commandeered an invisible legacy, 

Contorted like a gravelled grappler,

Staging his own demise,

Fathered by an absent ascent,

Towards self destruction,

Caught in a crossfire,

He lost hope,

In the harrowing rebuttals of self hate,

Which became his gospel,

A fallen Angel,

Never knowing divinity,

Only a hellish smorgasboard,

Like a repugnant child,

Urging his mother to pull the umbilical cord,

Poisoned in the placenta,

His lips merely circular instruments,

Cupping the chaos,

Vocally , serenading his depression,

Kiss me with your Anthrax like apathy,

Cut me from your conscious,

So no longer do I cavort your memory,

Like a seedy ancedote,

My voice is hoarse,

Malice is my mistress,