Attack I would. Attack I did.

I don't remember the positive part really.
When I was a kid
everything was negatively perfect.
My wrists were the keys to my disappearance.
I carried the vibe
of the spiritual side.
Intelligently sad eyes
with a mysterious surprise.
Hiding behind the black light was I.
Waiting for your gullible soul to walk by.
Then attack I would, attack I did.
Your lonely body fragile and soft.
My fingers pushing into you.
My flesh sweating with you.
My heart pounding beneath you.
Challenging boy
wanting to know
how to play hard to get.
Running nowhere but here.
Into the arms of someone
he'll someday regret.

post the first

Moments of clarity are few and far between these days but they come with such vigour that they knock me on my ass in the middle of the day. I'm not moving anymore. Stuck in the one place. Becoming increasingly stagnant as the days drag on. No ambition strong enough to pull me forward, no desire potent enough to encourage me to stay.

Seasons move over me as I stand still. My head throbs from hay fever and then my body aches from the cold and I didn't even notice my birthday had come and gone.

My hair is falling out but I've decided to replace it with a beard and it's coming in nicely, thank you very much. I can't find the inspiration to create a character for my book so I'll become one myself. I'll destroy every aspect that I don't like starting with my misshapen chin and beer gut.

That is all....I guess