Poète Maudit
"The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink." --T.S. Eliot
The gaslamp's glow
outside his window
his only source of light,
He puts his pain to paper,
Waging war against society
within the confines of his
lonely room.
With bold words,
He attacks officials...
The gaslamp's glow
outside his window
his only source of light,
He puts his pain to paper,
Waging war against society
within the confines of his
lonely room.
With bold words,
He attacks officials...