Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 4, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

05-04-03 sunday 9pm brick NJ

so the end won't concede. so it seems darker nights are still yet to come. so here i am and there you are. a galaxy apart. one breath short of falling in love.

cold and quiet are the nights i keep. alone and empty drenched in music and wondering. wondering when i will have sat here long enough to justify. wondering how much. how much sadness is required to nobley die. and what happened to the friends i thought i.

it's sad to write. even sadder still to only write when your blood is filled with loneliness and alcohol. it's sad to cry. but even sadder still to be unable to. it's sad to lose something or somone. but even sadder still to discover you never really had them.

no one can tell me why. why they want to. no one can tell me why i shouldn't. no one has a reason. they may be more cowardly than i. they live in fear of dying. while i seek death willing to acknowledge that life is hollow and empty. they live and desire to only because they fear death. they can offer me no other reason. but i do not. i welcome it. it's all i've ever wanted.

cold on my lips. colder still in my heart. leave it to the silence if you must. nothing to say sometimes. i know it. six months may tell parts of you different, but six months, six years, still won't change this.

touch me like there is love in that sweat. i can smell it. i can feel it in every thrust. but it doesn't matter when. it doesn't matter if. it's never mattered since you've never had the time to let it. you might love me and you might not. the heart tells lies sometimes. the senses may betray. you touch me sometimes and i think i can feel it. i'm almost certain, but it doesn't really matter if that's all there is to it. you might love me. you might always have. but like this, what good is it? you might. you really might have. but it's just too distant.