Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 22, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

01-22-04 thursday 9pm brick NJ

orphaned smiles. wicked step mother friends. tell me again how it's good to be alive. that i should want to. tell me why.

orphaned smiles. because the beautiful moments that gave birth to them turns out they were wearing masks. that they in fact were just as ugly as all the rest.

no goodbyes. never a need. no sun climbing the horizon. just the moon looking down upon from a black black sky.

take these nights and drown them in promises of not feeling how. take this life and smother it in the misery it abides.