Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 20, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

monday 9-20-04 10:57pm

maybe after all these things are over we'll know why then we didn't want them to end. these lives rush forward and barely give us a chance to notice what we have.

thinking's not enough. and actions often fall short. there's so much we need that we just can't go out and buy.

you wake up because you have to. and you go to sleep because you're tired. and everything we do inbetween is how we decide whether we'll do it again another time.

all i feel is this chasm. no pain. no fear. not any kind of connection to the world outside. my head is a coffin. my life is the corpse inside.