Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 20, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-20-05 friday 9:34pm

i don't feel anything lately. other than the threat of my own existence. as it throbs within. i don't feel anything that i need to. or could. nothing, but the sound of a limping heart as it scrapes its way across the pavement.

that's the great thing about words. you can say anything you want to without really saying anything.

on that i rely when everything else fails me.

it's a pseudonym, life is. when you try it on and pretend it fits. myself is just another name i call and am called by. but that doesn't mean it's who i am.

the more you tailor it, the worse it is.

i don't want to wear it anymore. don't want any part of it touching my skin.

i don't feel anything. nothing of the heart is not gone.

nothing.

calm and sharp.