go blind.

swallowing nails and broken glass

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

in a corner i sit, waiting...waiting...waiting...
basking in its dim atmosphere
windows closed, curtains hanging...
lights out...
vision is limited to only a few armlengths
blurry...
there is no comfort here...
should i stay? should i sit in this corner still?
im not helpless, im simply...tired
strands of light dancing, siwrling, as i sit watching...
motion under my bed...panic
no monster...no monsters under my bed...
so i remain...i remain sitting...
sitting in my corner...
waiting...watching...rotting...
will they ever see me?
when will they find me?

me and my dead body...

| || ?!? || materialized 10:12 AM

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and then there was me.
an ambitious kid wandering alone in this train wreck called life.
fascinated by inanimate things and dastardly gaps in time.
wondering why the possibility of finding happiness
seems as slim a chance as finding penguins in the dessert.
he laughs.
laughs in mockery. laughs in fear. laughs in anger.
but his favorite laughter is that which hides the gloom
which has evolved from being an acquaintance to an intimate friend.
such is the demise of an observer trapped inside a toppled box.
ensconced inside a niche of shadows,
he laughs aloud just to drown the deafening silence

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