Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 28, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

01-28-04 wednesday 10:00pm brick NJ

once upon a time it mattered. once upon a time when it still seemed real. but that was then and now is so different. that was then. and now has forgotten.

that world outside. that thing you call life. i wish you well with it. that place you inhabit. that world you love so much. i wish that i could be a part of it, but.

once upon a time life was something to be lived. and friends were steadfast and prevalent. but once upon a time was a long time ago. you should've known me then. you would've been impressed. but unfortunately we never had that chance.

it really doesn't matter how much you care. what it means to you. because this life was over before you ever found the cadaver. and you can throw flowers on my grave, but you'll still be talking to a ghost. you can send your messages, but i'll remain dead just the same.

whatever life you awakened in me now we've put back to sleep. whatever about your presense sparked this phantom to try to live again, that's all over. the was once upon a time. and that fairy tale long since ended.