Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 9, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-09-03 friday 10:21pm Brick NJ

empty screen. emptier me. time says nothing to comfort me. time just sits on her perch and mocks while i am still waiting for the clock to stop.

goodbye to you. goodbye to all those that i should say it to.i left a long time ago. just no one seemed to notice.

i'm tired of waiting for someday to prove its worth. i'm done with pretending people are meaning to do things they never do. things they say, but just don't come through.

empty screens become life. life caught in the words. life hanged by the pages that it nooses. it's just another means. if it wasn't this, then i'd find something else. there will always be something. some way to bleed. to suffocate. to die again. to die another night. to ache while i. while i remember. remember all the truths that somehow became lies. while i remember all the people. all the people that have infected this life.

i don't hope to be cured. i'm not seeking a vaccine. i want the disease to take me. take me where i've never been before. i'm still waiting. still waiting for the disease to supercede.