Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 14, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

12-14-03 sunday 9pm brick NJ

no one ever really knows you. they don't even come close. flesh weakens and pretends, but that's all it is. love begs and deceives us, but truth is. we're all alone. always have been. nothing and no one can alter that fact. but maybe that's just me.

love is a lie. love is lsd. a hallucinagenic. you see all sorts of crazy and wonderous things. see them with your own eyes, but they're still not real.

if i die tomorrow. or if it should take a lifetime. i don't care. i've nothing left for to cry. i just sit here wondering why there's so much less to write. and knowing it's because i don't believe anymore. knowing that the life i've tasted was bait. hook me. watch me suffocate. then throw me back. this flesh is to be tasted, not consumed. hook me. watch me suffocating. but throw me back. i don't belong here.