Reminscences of a Wasted Life
by jerome


I am no one and everyone -- I trod the desolate lands.
I am the face of the weary -- the lonely war-torn man --
For I have seen the river Styx and where the waters end
And I've beheld the Morning Star and Yahweh's mighty hand.
Once I gazed 'pon madness' face and averted not my eyes
And thus surrendered unto him my sanity and pride.
And Lucifer on wings of light did from the Heaven's fall
And landed at my wearied feet -- his splintered wings and all,
And as he rose a firey glare upon my eyes befell
This hateful look his story told -- "I'll see your soul in Hell!"
For I am damndest of the saved -- I live my life alone.
A lonely, silent, accursed saint -- my story never told.