The candle flickers, the shadows dance over one another and the coolness of the night settles in and then you begin to feel it even though there seems to be nothing more but a lonely dark room lifeless of anything except for those dark reminders that creep up and over your eyes leaving bloodshot stains and dark bags. Its here where I see you, its here creeping up with my eyes that I peer into what you show without you knowing. You sit there alone because I aint there but I still see you; as I hover over your shoulders I see you and what you do. So don't forget that when alone feels just enough where no one knows, I know because I can see you. I find your hollow existence and watch just so somehwere in this mess of existence something finds purpose to be even if its just you. Just so there will be a record of your insignificant blip in this floating abyss of everything that is because you are somewhere even if alone feels so alone, dont because I know.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
"as he forever forgets"
Gone are the days of now, however
he can only slide the knife back and forth
with every motion bringing him closer
to where he thought everything he forgot to see
would still be there, but as time sneaks past
only the ugly hollow remains of now stains his face.
As he forever forgets what it was that brought him to this place,
the soft slices of a rusty knife only remind him of a life once worth living.
The salty tears of his regret
as they watch over and only spill when he remembers.
Gone are the days of now, only the little sounds of night shine bright;
only the days of here pierce his soul
because now doesn't exist when all you do is split your wrists.
He forgot how now feels and only writhes in here
because gone are the days of yester year.
Gone are all the regrets
as he forever forgets.