Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 21, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Monday 11-21-05 10:42pm

turbulent satires in the mind erupt suddenly in waves of silence. the density in those truths goes sparse and all that's left is the hollowed out skin of having waited for things not meant to come.

just the blood on my lips as the words are purged yet again. and the tint to my saliva as it mixes with. tasting too much of myself until all those other flavors are forgotten.

time won't know me after i'm gone. but how intimately i've known it. this darkness only grows darker the deeper i drown in it.

just eyes still smothered in so many memories. a future eclipsed. or never there to be seen. like dominoes it falls. minute by minute. one into the other until none are left standing.