Christopher Alexander Berg

Trash Can Man Christopher Alexander Berg

Tried for innocence ...
and found guilty.
To die, my sentence.
"Oh well."
"Guess I'll get to leave early
...and miss the apocalypse."
Twist of a novelist, gone rogue.
All's now opposite
of what's expected.
Cut's infected.
"Burn it."
Digressing here.
"Back to beheadings."
"Back to red weddings."
Seed setting...,
by force.
All getting reality.
No balancing this act.
This back...,
full of daggers.

About the Author
Christopher Alexander Berg began writing in his early teens, mainly as a form of self-therapy. Through time, his writing became much more than a psychiatric reflection of one's self, and more of a life support system whenever he felt suicidal. Trading blood for ink, his war began... a personal war that targeted the world and everybody in it. It has been said that Berg "bleeds through his pen," but let's not forget how much he writes from his heart. Sometimes prophetic, sometimes sadistic... Berg indeed proves there's a fine line between genius and insanity... but where Berg is on this line, no one really knows.