Gothic Inferno: The Beast Within

Omega Maverick

Format ISBN Price   Paperback (6x9) 9781420858396 $ 12.25

Gothic Inferno: The Beast Within is a story, woven with poetry, humor, thoughts and a short story.  As the journey progresses, the reader may find themselves understanding the beast within themselves more, as well as finding that they are not alone in that which they face within themselves each day. For each person the bigger story of this book will very likely end up being different as it can be enjoyed as a whole or in it’s separate parts. So open up the book, Step into the inferno, and enjoy The Beast Within.

 

More about the author’s current and future projects can be found at

 

http://www.gothicinferno.com/

Omega Maverick, Or Maverick as he prefers to be called has been writing for over a decade. He is a multi-faceted individual who has been a part of the gothic community for many years, though he does not think of his writing as being expressly one style. His struggles with mental disorders, family problems, as well as his travels across the country and his odd sense of humor all play a part in that which he writes.

 

To learn more about Maverick as well as his current and future endeavors visit.

 

http://www.gothicinferno.com

       I would rather be damned bye my honesty

                                             then caged bye my lies.

 

{The Everlasting Unleashment Of A Souls Gentle Tune}

 

I find sorrow.

       This lake had taken my one true love.

 

We had ,  

       frolicked

          and we had

                     laughed

We thought of the next day; we thought there would be more days.

But it

    took

         her,

She was rendered

           ashes upon the lake of sorrow.

 

I gaze blankly upon the lake.

It makes me ponder the gentle

lapping upon the shore, makes me want

 to be coupled

with her

in time''s caress.

I want to visit her blissful corpse; hear her laughing in aquatic splash

A taken love; her corpse still resting somewhere beneath those

 rounded

     ripples.

                 {Sips From Turpentine}

 

The glass is full

 

Its clear liquid

   bids me draw close

 

Its smell corrodes the air.

    Making my nostrils burn and my eyes water as

 

the scent becomes

                                       increasingly more potent

 

A wish the day had gone better

     A wish my life had substance

               and could fill something.

 

    A wish everything could be here in this letter

     A wish my words were as strong

              as the vapor now enveloping me

 

In its destabilizing embrace,

   Though warmer still than that of those

 

Whose memories scarcely linger

   Whose hearts emerged unscathed

      Whose minds asked but few questions…