Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Writing Weirdness...

*hrms* Right... so ... this is just ... yeah.

Called From The Depths
(Written: Sept 16, 2006)

Call it a poem, a plea, a prayer, a promise...
I don't know.
A Muse I don't like is with me.
I never like it when she's here,
won't settle for anything less than black,
dragging it up from the depths,
deeper than I want to know,
deeper than I want to go,
clawing to the surface until it reaches the tips of my fingers...
and explodes.
Frenzy of typing,
one hundred words per minute,
of what?
Of what?!
There's a point in it,
I know there is,
there has to be,
but she never gives a hint,
never a single clue...
So I close my eyes and type,
type until she says to stop,
typing, typing, typing,
and the energy I'm releasing keeps even the cats away.
Why does she visit me, always,
a few days after a really good purging,
why can't she ever just leave me alone?
What's the point?
Tormenting, demanding bitch!
But I can't resist,
I don't have the energy and I'm not hungry.
Eyes still closed,
typing, typing, typing,
always typing,
fucking cunt, let me just curl up!
Alone, under cold covers of comfort with a mountain of pillows...
I didn't sleep well.
Words a maelstrom in my mind,
all night, tossing and turning...
so here I am now,
typing, typing, typing,
waiting for her to be satisfied,
pushy demon Whore!
I don't want to be here, I really don't...
I don't even know why,
right now, sometimes, usually, anytime...
I don't have any energy to fight right now
I don't..
I don't know...
I don't know...
I don't know.
Damn it all I don't know!
I Don't KNOW!

... that pretty much sums it up.


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