Christopher John Feterowski

I am the altruist.I am the arsonist.Mother Earth sleeps; unaware these are her last nights. The last of the neon signs dim and die away while the drunks, the dogs, the disenchanted, and the doomed all drift off to roll into bed with the morning’s pale hours. The mothers wish sweet dreams to their darling disease while the fathers pull the deadbolts into place; the maggots eat and the dead decay. They are at the mercy of gravity, built up, burnt down, buried, plummeted purposely into the never-ending…And drifting along she’s always singing, “Merrily, merrily, life is but a dream”.These songs are a requiem for all that was, is, and never will be again. I am the altruist. I am the arsonist. I am the conductor of the conflagration. And this is the story you will never hear. real editor best profile tools