Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 17, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10:14pm 02-17-05 thursday

if it sounds wrong now. it will still sound wrong later. and always. it's not something you need to remember. it's there in the sound of your voice as you say. you can not go back to it for years, but you'll still know immediately what needs to change.

don't like to listen when the silence is so loud. but what choice do i have. there's no volume of music that can drown it out.

i guess people are, after everything we do to eachother, just beggars and thieves. and i'm still deciding which is the lesser evil.

just plant your pitchfork in the field. pierce that fertile soil. measure your happiness by how deep those points sink.

if it sounded wrong then. it always will. nothing can change the song of the heart once it's been recorded. and we are left to listen. helplessly.

don't listen. don't listen to me.