Untitled poem by Lestat

I cannot live for to live is to die,

I cannot die for to die is to live,

On this one way trip to the afterlife

Lestat Montevideo

1981-2008

He doesn't have to feel this way now

We chase misprinted lies

We face the path of time

And yet I fight

And yet I fight

This battle all alone

No one to cry to

No place to call home

My gift of self is raped

My privacy is raked

And yet I find

And yet I find

Repeating in my head

If I cant be my own

Id feel better dead

This song reminds me of Lestat

His struggle is over.

He can start over anew

I miss him so very much

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