Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 3, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

01-03-05 monday 8:57pm

tungsten hearts. corrode no more.

your champion. gravelled swells of distance kept.

your rifle. a word or two and then utter silence.

breathing low in addiction's grasp.

no lies left to tell yourself.

constantly hoping the next one will be your last.

10:32pm 01-03-05 monday

turning corners in your maze.
walls you thiink you can pass through do slide.

i am dvidied. nothing is left whole.

nevermind that future you always wished could be.
now pressed against your throat.
so keen.

don't ask me why.
don't tell me how.

time dries like paint hardnening.
and all those careless brush strokes cannot be reclaimed.

life goes on even after death has begun to build its bridges.
so eager. so unsure. so hesitant.

which footstep will be the one that cracks this egg and fries it up.
put me in the pan. i'm eager to decide. which hurts more. life or death.