Sometimes 1
Sometimes the darkness isn’t the only black thing.
Hearts beat black every day.
Hearts beat hate and livid dreams that escape reality.
Reality which is what?
Who is to say exactly what reality is.
Things you can touch always seem to fade.
It’s the matters of the heart that stick to the bone.
When dreaming things seem so real.
Only when I am insane do I believe these falsehoods.
Why things change no one will ever know.
I hate change and what it brings about.
New beginnings and new meetings.
New people to charm you and speak rudely behind you when you turn from them thinking they are
your friend but in reality, yes the reality word again,
you find out that your own best friend is
your own worst enemy.
Time is an enemy from long ago drug up by
past resentments being the blame for everything
that would happen to go wrong in life.
There needs to always be something to blame your faults
on whether that be another human or something unpredictable such as fate itself, or a moving object in space.
Human’s have been blaming their faults on science
forever and been able to justify it.
Why can’t I blame everything on time, fate, and reality.
I am the instigator of hate.
What is hate really? I mean stop and ask yourself that now.
What is hate?
Why do I hate?
I believe that hate is a strong dislike toward something.
What is dislike you ask?
The questions can keep coming until you analyze everything
down to the last question.
I am a glimpse into the madness.
What is madness?
Ask yourself this?
Am I nuts?
Am I crazy?
Am I insane?
My eyes are empty, so therefore I must be insane.
My eyes no longer whisper anything.
My soul is already dead.
How do you know when your soul has escaped?
I believe the answer is in the eyes.
A person’s eyes are their windows to their soul.
When the windows are closed, your soul has escaped.
My craziness has temporarily shut my windows.
My soul has escaped my prison.
Tracy Burke
