“ I remember this so well. You where the one who always kept me caged. Always swallowing my steps like quicksand. And its all sinking in, like I knew it would…… I will not fall in your trap. This is the last…..The last time……- The Charlatan
Diary of a Charlatan
I offer no apoligies for what you see, read or hear on this blog.
I do not pretend myself a poet or storyteller, for it is not I who writes these words. I am merely but a vessel. In the deepest despair and only in the sweet embrace of vice, does The Charlatan dare appear. Only then does he ever put his pen to paper, ever more eloquently than I ever could, to expunge our demons through his prose.
I do not pretend myself a poet or storyteller, for it is not I who writes these words. I am merely but a vessel. In the deepest despair and only in the sweet embrace of vice, does The Charlatan dare appear. Only then does he ever put his pen to paper, ever more eloquently than I ever could, to expunge our demons through his prose.
Jan 14
