Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 25, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

12:49pm 10-25-05 tuesday

i guess i'm evil now. or at least showing it for the first time. like clocks that tick waiting on some siren to sound. proving their progression was not useless.

i guess i was evil then and still am. leopards with their spots. not changing.

not that evil exists in any form other than the human condition.

that is where it's born and where it's bred.

days of the week. that's what we're left with. as these cages shift.

i don't feel anything. i don't want to anymore.

your pleasure. your pain. they don't mean anything.

lies tattooed into my flesh. curdling under my skin. until it all boiled to the surface.

what hurt once doesn't anymore. nothing can. just clouds in the distance with their rain to impart. go ahead and drown me. i'll still come to the surface. whether or not i want to live.

go ahead and soak me in it. i'll still dry off. as though nothing ever happened. because in truth it never really did.

10-25-05 tuesday 11:39pm

overturning autumn's guise. with a shallow glance you look upon. taking little notice. now that's there's nothing to want. nothing to need. it's soft in this blackhole. like a waterbed it rocks me to sleep.

it's warm in this fabrication life has become. words tripping over themselves to get to the next page. each one more meaningless than the last.

it's hard enough just opening my eyes. forget the seeing part. and you attempt to pry open my mouth. knowing how well it's been sealed.

what did you expect to hear?