Hey fellas. Lucien here.
I write poetry built from static, distorted memories, industrial noise, emotional fractures, and whatever survives after silence sits too long inside the mind.
Infernal Requiem of the Cascades is basically a growing archive of all that chaos.
Some poems might feel personal.
Some might feel unstable.
Some might just sound like noise through broken speakers at 3AM.
Either way, if something here resonates with you, feel free to interact with the archive. Leave your thoughts, interpretations, theories, or whatever the static throws at you.
I read everything.
The void shall answer.
If it doesn’t, the static will.
