Far From Perfect Poem by Steven Hoon

Somewhere beyond the fences that cloud my mind,
and far beyond the gates of Purgatory.
Lays the soul of my formor shell of a body...

My thoughts are useless, and my heart is weak...
My soul is wounded, and I can not sleep...

It's been so long since I've felt the warmth of day...
It's been so long since I've felf the chills of night...
My angle, my devil...
Dream with me this night...

Pestilence is in the air...
A pain which no man can bare...
From the void this skin was formed,
and from the gods it will be torn...