Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 20, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

08-20-05 saturday 10:36pm

as you were. self-pescribed.

candy coated tumors spreading silently throughout.

taste them. that sweet, sweet poison.

wet lips flowing like rivers. warm tongues feeling frantically for words that don't exist.

empty throat. bound by hesitation. the shape of the hand as it grasps its only salvation. soft and fluid as the river pushes through.

as we are. self-medicated.

the naked arm. clothed in old ink showing. the hollow veins echoing every breath your lungs dare to take.

alive, like how music is. heard. felt, but uncontained.